Saturday, December 31, 2005

Later...


Tourists [illegal immigrants, really!] snapping pictures of the world's tallest building, the PETRONAS TWIN TOWERS. The man in the orange shirt is my dad. I'm the one holding the digital camera, while my mother is the one in black holding my analog camera.


The cat's name is BUTTER. Such a photogenic thing. It was sleeping at first, but due to our noisiness, it woke up, and just struck a pose for us. Taken in Auntie Amtul's place.

All the pictures here were taken from by brother's camera phone. He sent them to me. The cat bit his finger [not BUTTER, by the way]! Poor thing...

I shall tell you one of my NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION for now.

*Thou shall learn how to cook because of Jamie Oliver*

Damn inspired. Haha...will update later if I have the time...

Mar, thanks again for last night. I'm better than that. I seem to be bugging you, when I'm bummed out. So sorry...It's just that everyone here thinks I'm so stupid, that I really don't deserve my results I got. Like I'm so dumb, and then when I get this results, I turn into a bragging baboon. I never told anyone else my results. I only told my family, my friends, my classmates, and Dayani's brother [who was here when I told my dad the good news]. My mother was the one who told Suja's mum about my results [since they're good gossiping mates...even my mum says that!]. Can't you be happy for me just this once? I'm not asking much, am I? Just a little respect. No one here can make me happy. The only thing that took me through to the night was tha fact I thought about Joe Cole and Frank Lampard. I didn't have weird dreams or what. It's just that I thought about how far they've come. Thanks, Mar. Oops, that should've been Aurelia! Thanks for listening to my stupid complaints over and over again. I love you.

*Bluesy* out!

Friday, December 30, 2005

Better than that?

*I shall not change the title or the contents of this post. This is the final touch, and will not be corrected whatsoever*

I thought I knew you
Better than I knew myself girl,
I thought I found you
Hiding in the strength that's in your eyes,
But now I see you
Burning all the bridges in your world,
Now I feel you
Sinking in the quicksand of your lies

Can't you see that you're slipping away?
Can't you hear what I'm trying to say? (You're better than that...)

[CHORUS]
Better than that
Stronger than that (You're worth much more)
You're better than that
And you can turn back
(What's tried is torn)
Better than that
Stronger than that
(You're worth much more)
I'm telling you it's killing you
It's drowning you, it's spilling you over (What's tried is torn)

I thought you knew how
To chase away the demons of blind trust,
I thought you knew now
It's all about temptation
Changed by choice,
But girl you're crazy
You're hanging onto reasons
Turned to rust,
You're eyes are hazy,
You've gone and lost the velvet
In your voice

Can't you see that you're slipping away?
Can't you hear what I'm trying to say? (You're better than that...)

[CHORUS]

I told you once,
I told you twice,
I told you baby,
Now there's nothing more to say
I'm missing the girl I knew,
While kissing the broken you,
But it's not up to me...

So don't look back,
Face up to the facts,
And you can turn back
You're better than that.

Better than that, stronger than that,
Wiser than that, bigger than that
You're better than the devil in you
Telling you how, pulling you down, spilling you out
But it's up to you...

I thought I knew you, better than I knew myself girl...
You're better than that,
You're worth much more,
I'm telling you, it's killing you,
It's drowning you, it's spilling you over,
What's tried is torn...

-Darius-
-Better Than That-

This song is the one song that Mar will tell me to listen to when I feel down and less of my football-crazy self. Yesterday, when I said that I didn't think I'd get such good results, she just told me:
*Julez, you knucklehead! How many times have I told you that you're better than that? You're one heck of a smart girl. The more you say you're not smart, intelligent and the likes...the more I feel like strangling you! We're different people with different perspectives on life. You should be proud of who you turned out to be, instead of saying you don't deserve anything you get. You shouldn't be sad if people say you're not as brilliant as so-and-so's kids. Their level of intelligence and yours are two different levels altogether! You proved those who think you weren't going to make it wrong! Your parents, for example. They said you weren't giving your studies your full, undivided attention, instead you paid attention on Chelsea, Frank Lampard, and your other interests. At the end of the day, you showed them that your studies weren't disrupted by your interests. I know you, better than I know my own self. You're better than that. Even my ex, Darius says so too. Go listen to that song. You know it'll do you some good. You know it will...*

Am I truly better than that? I always think that others are better than me. I just feel so timid and insignificant when I'm around them, those better than me. Those deemed flawless, perfect, and almighty. But then again, those deemed perfect, flawless, and almighty are the ones really, in reality, the ones with all the imperfections and flaws. No one is perfect. You may be good in something, but not in good in another, that doesn't mean you're not all that! Not everyone has to be good in everything. It's only a matter of time you discover what your true colours and talent are.

Thanks, you idiot! For being my NO.1 CHEERLEADER! God knows what I'd do without you. Thanks for being my my best friend of 15 years. More importantly, thanks for making me a Chelsea fan! I didn't have a team to support in the EPL. Was more a neutral fan. Then I decided to be a Chelsea fan, thanks to her. Love you all the same, sugar!

And how dare you say Darius is your ex? You don't even know him! Wait till I tell Charlie Chickadee! Haha...

I shall post up my NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS list tomorrow.

*Bluesy* out!

Thursday, December 29, 2005

I'm mad!

I still can't get over the fact I got 3HDs and 1CR! I was so scared I looked at the wrong grades, so I called my mother to be my eye-witness to my results! And yes, it hasn't changed. It's still 3HDs and 1CR. I'm elated. Too excited to say anything. I know it's not even my 2nd or 3rd semester final exams, but it's a stepping stone to greater things, right? So let me bask in my glory while I still can. Argh, I need to peel my eyes off my results page! It's just glued there! I don't know why, but it's just there! Too good to be true! Argh...move away! Anyway I'll upload some random pictures...

Joe Cole hugging Eidur Gudjohnsen after scoring the match-winning goal for Chelsea against Manchester City.

Part 3 of 4 is on Saturday! Against Birmingham City. Go on, my Lions!


Get well soon, Frankie! And score for this over-excited stalker of yours!


Kaka and his bride, Caroline Celico. Damn it, she's my age! So jealous!

Haha...*Bluesy* out!

Just me...and what my deranged mind wants to tell you...

My results are pretty much convincing [except for that dent I got in Maths]. Otherwise, I'd get 4HDs [which is equivalent to 4 A1s]. I got 3HDs and 1CR [in other words, 3 A1s and 1 B3]. I'm delighted to say that despite all the troubles and problems I faced before the start of my course, I have shown everyone the REAL me. The one who'd never let anything get in her way. The one who'd fight tooth and nail for anything. The one who'd fall at first and then triumph and prevail as the victorious one in the end. The one who'd seem as innocent until provoked. The one who'd come as very stupid and timid but in fact, not quite that. YES, THAT ME!

I may have not gotten 4HDs as much as I'd like to, but just getting 3HDs and 1 CR shows that I'm stronger. I can see that I'm capable of being something greater than I already am. I always believe that I'm trying to associate myself with Frank because I like him. But the truth is, the more I read about him, the more I feel like we have many things in common. The fact that we silenced those who doubt us, by proving our worth. What we're made of. Call me a fanatic or what, but this is how I feel.

I lost one of my friends due to unforeseen circumstances with my ex. Same thing happened with my other friends. Those who weren't from Convent Sentul. I broke up with my ex at the end of July this year, only for him to accuse me of *being influenced by someone else*, *confused*, and *seeing someone new*. This same ex tried to trick me by pretending to be a *stranger* and adding me in my Friendster account. What does he think I am? Stupid? He's dead wrong if he thinks I'm the one who's stupid. Because he's the one who's that STUPID to try to pull a trick like that with me! I told you, I wasn't ready to be in a relationship. I felt trapped, suffocated, and not free. I wanted to be the OLD me, where I don't have to compromise with anyone to change my psychotic antics.

I came out of that painful relationship which brought me more mayhem than matrimony, by joining college. It was my first appearance as a SO-CALLED NEW ME, where I actually changed to the OLD ME. I was the Chelsea crazy-rock chick-non cooking believer self. I loved it! I love the SAME OLD BRAND NEW ME!

I made friends and a few enemies there. It's okay, as far as I'm concerned, no one has to like you and vice versa. I made a promise to my parents and my brother that I'd get good grades so that I can prove the fact that even if I didn't get the results I expected for SPM, I can still come out looking like a champion. I stayed true to my Chelsea-obsessed ways, and I managed to escape my parents' fury by getting these results. I remember sitting down, studying and having the PC on, trying to secretly blog without my mother knowing it, and the best part of all: having THE KILLERS or JAMES BLUNT playing so loudly on my radio. I remember seeing my mother screaming at me for doing all that, and me laughing about it. And I remember seeing my dad telling me that I wasn't focused on my studies because of what I did. I'm glad to say that what I did saw me through my exams and made me achieve good results. I knew that I'd get a HD for my Computing Principles because I think that's the only subject I put my heart and soul into. But the other 2 were unexpected. My CR in Maths was just me being plain lucky. I thought I'd get a PS! But I did way better than what I expected.

Here, I'd like to thank the people who always make my days brighter than they used to be.

First of all, I'd like to thank Allah. For testing my faith in Him. I admit, there have been times I have forgotten about you, I was too engrossed with the outside world, that I've never shown how grateful I am of all the blessings you've showered upon me. I am always grateful for everything I have. I've been tried and tested before, only to say that He is being unfair to me. In reality, He's fair to everyone. Now, whenever I feel tried and tested, I take it all in my stride.

I'd like to thank my family [includes the extended family], for always sticking up for me, no matter what. I always love you for being the way God made you. The love you've showered upon me will not go to waste. God knows I've been blessed with you...

I'd like to thank my friends, be it from Convent Sentul, outside of Convent Sentul, HELP University College, and from anywhere I can't really recall [blame my short-term memory for that!]. Thank you for seeing me the way you should [and might I add also, the way you shouldn't!]. Thank you also for being supportive of me.

I'd like to thank my best friend of almost 15 years, DELMIERA ASHANTI YEN-MAY LEE-CHAUDHARY, and also my other group of close friend that make up the -The JaZZy SouL SoCieTy- : Lilee, Lysa, A.J, Jeevan, and Stella. Thank you for being there just when I needed you most. Thank you for dealing with my psychotic self. Thank you for all that jokes, and the constant advice you people have given me when I was in dire straits. Thanks also for being my part-time cheerleaders!

Most importantly, I'd like to thank the man who has been my hero in Chelsea FC. The one I look up to, and respect, idolise, and love. Frank Lampard. You may not know who I am. But I shall not say I'm your NO.1 fan. Let's just say I'm a fan, who thinks you're truly amazing and special. I'm a fan who is very much obsessed about you, but looks up at you as a hero. You have inspired me to be a person dedicated to my work. I really respect you, the way you never give in to setbacks, and the way you silence those who doubt you. Thank you for being the inspiration of my COMEBACK. I adore you.

I thank you all again. But I know, no amount of thank you's is sufficient for my GOOD RESULTS.

*If you think it's corny of me to write something like this even though my first semester results were just released this morning, I'll tell you this. I never expected this results. I thought I get bad results. But, I got better results. And these people deserve a special mention for seeing/making my COMEBACK of my OLD SELF a success. Especially Frank Lampard. Even if he doesn't know me. These people made the OLD ME come back A TRUE CHAMPION. Just like what Frank Lampard said: It's the ultimate accolade. Think again. It's not corny!*

And my dad was pleased for my results. Except that he said I should have gotten a HD for Maths. *At least you gave it your all, you tried your level best and got that. That's what matters most. And that's what makes me happy*...that's what my dad told me. Thank you, dad. I still can't believe it! I'm still staring at my results page! And seeing *GOODBYE MY LOVER* by James Blunt on TV before the results were out, just made my day more beautiful for me to savour this victory.

*Bluesy* out!

3 HIGH DISTINCTIONS and 1 CREDIT!

My FINALS results are out. Here goes nothing.

FOUNDATION IN ARTS (IHMFA) INTAKE 4 (2005-08) STUDY MODE FT
[A] CODE
[B] SUBJECT NAME
[C] PERIOD FROM
[D] PERIOD TO
[E] ENROL DATE
[F] STATUS
[G] GRADE

Subject 1:
[A] FDENG001
[B] INTERMEDIATE ENGLISH
[C] 29-AUG-05
[D] 16-DEC-05
[E] 26-AUG-05
[F] COMPLETE
[G]HD

Subject 2:
[A] FDFMA001

[B] FINITE MATHEMATICS
[C] 29-AUG-05
[D] 16-DEC-05
[E] 26-AUG-05
[F] COMPLETE
[G] CR

Subject 3:
[A] FDITC001
[B] COMPUTING PRINCIPLES
[C] 29-AUG-05
[D] 16-DEC-05
[E] 26-AUG-05
[F] COMPLETE
[G] HD

Subject 4:
[A] FDSSK001
[B] STUDY SKILLS AND LEADERSHIP
[C] 29-AUG-05
[D] 16-DEC-05
[E] 26-AUG-05
[F] COMPLETE
[G] HD

To make things a whole lot simpler for you people out there, I obtained 3HDs [HIGHER DISTINCTION] for STUDY SKILLS AND LEADERSHIP, COMPUTING PRINCIPLES, and INTERMEDIATE ENGLISH. And I got a CR [CREDIT] for FINITE MATHS. Yay...I think I did well, my mum says it's quite good. Don't know what my dad will say about it though, since he's not here at the moment. I thought I'd get 1 HD, 2Ds and 1 PS [PASS]. I did better than I expected. So, it's a good thing. All I can say is...ALHAMDULILLAH!

And to make my day happier, I found out that Chelsea beat Manchester City 1-0! Thanks to Joe Cole's goal! The only thing that made me unhappy was the fact that Frank Lampard didn't play because he was ill. Thus, it ended his consecutive Premiership game run to 164 games. So sad...I bet if he played we would have won the match 3-0! At least, Joe scored. Frankie, get well soon! We need you in the match against Birmingham and West Ham United! If you score then, I WILL WEAR YOUR JERSEY! This I promise you! Damn patriotic! Hahaha...

MU drew 2-2 with Birmingham City [hope we beat them this Saturday!]. Liverpool beat Everton 3-1 [with goals coming from Steven Gerrard, Peter Crouch, and Djibril Cisse for Liverpool and James Beattie for Everton]. Arsenal trashed Portsmouth 4-0 with goals coming from Thierry Henry [who struck twice], Jose Reyes and Dennis Bergkamp. Yay, Arsenal are back!

I mentioned to my dad that Toyota are offering Kimi Raikkonen a drive in 2007 [since Alonso is going to McLaren-Mercedes in 2007, and either Montoya or Raikkonen will have to make way for stupid Alonso]. And guess what my dad says? *YOU DON'T TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT ARSENAL OR MCLAREN-MERCEDES! BOTH ARE MAD TEAMS DOING MAD THINGS!*

Ouch...that hurts. Nevermind, what happens in McLaren, I will support you...till the very end! I'm so darn patriotic today! Haha...good thing, no?

And my mother asked me today:
*Ena, this song 'JUMP' ah, who sang that song ah? Very nice-la!*
*It's Lee Ryan's song, mum. You know, Lee Ryan from Blue?*
*Oh, he went solo ah? Wah, good-lah he go solo!*
*Simon also went solo. Duncan got a single out also*
*Oh...how come radio never play their songs?*
*Got-lah, radio only play Simon and Duncan's songs...not Lee's!*
*Must put Lee Ryan, his voice nice what???*

And yesterday my dad called Frank Lampard a frog! Eee...so mean!

*Bluesy* out!

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

My jerseys!

Okay, before Jeevan decides to call me an OBSESSED-PSYCHOTIC-DERANGED-FUTURE-PSYCHOLOGIST-OF-WAYNE-ROONEY, I will only tell you that I got my jerseys today...2 of them. Both Frank Lampard's jersey [Put the knives down, people! No need for hostilities now! Let's not start the New Year with violence!]. One short sleeve and the other is a long sleeve one. Happy...Jeevan, don't you dare say I'm NUTS whatsoever! Can't you see me happy for once? Idiot!

And I saw a DVD of MRS. HENDERSON PRESENTS... and also GOAL!! But I didn't manage to buy them because my mother said that it's not worth watching them. I'm using my own money, for God's sake! It's not like I'm using your money. I don't think Speedy Video or VideoEzy would sell MRS. HENDERSON PRESENTS...since it contains materials not suitable for viewing. That's why it's always easier to get a boyfriend who is a pirated VCD/DVD peddler. You can get to watch movies even before they hit our shores! Haha...I wished. I'm happy staying solo, by the way.


Speaking of movies, I watched THE EXORCISM OF EMILY ROSE, courtesy of Sham's mum who let me borrow it. Personally, I don't think the movie was meant to scare people. It was more of telling people what Emily went through. Can you imagine being possessed by 6 demons? I can't imagine how much she had to suffer with that. I just felt sorry for her. I freaked out a little when the demon LUCIFER revealed himself to Father Moore. It was a wee bit creepy. But I don't scream at horror movies, instead I laugh at them.

And I just remembered this fact: When my boyfriend wants to propose to me, he must somehow try to get the ring into a murukku, and propose to me under the clear midnight sky, with the stars twinkling brightly.

I'm an obsessed-psychotic-deranged-future-psychologist-of-Wayne-Rooney. Deal with it.

*Bluesy* out!

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BLOGGIE,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.


Yay, my blog's officially one today! Can't believe it's one! It's all grown-up now, *sniff*! Hahaha...
Anyway, Chelsea beat Fulham 3-2! Scorers include: WILLIAM GALLAS, FRANK LAMPARD [yay, he scored!], and HERNAN CRESPO. Liverpool beat Newcastle United 2-0 [scorers were Steven Gerrard and Peter Crouch]. I was hoping Owen would score against his former club.
Arsenal finally ended their three-match losing streak with a 1-0 win over Charlton Athletic [thanks to Jose Reyes for the goal]. And stupid MU beat West Brom 3-0, with goals coming from Paul Scholes, Rio Ferdinand, and Mr. Horse-Face RVN. Oh, Robbie Keane scored for Spurs! Yay! Part 2 of 4 for the X'mas ties is with Manchester City, tomorrow! Let's go, my Chelsea Lions...ROAR!

We went shopping today. Bought some shirts from Elle. And a pair of jeans. Was supposed to get the jersey today, but due to the fact my mother is insensitive, I'll only be getting them tomorrow. After shopping in town, my dad decided that we all should go to KL Sentral because apparently, there are very nice skirts there. You know, the long, flared bohemian type of skirts everyone is wearing. I bought a blue one, by the way. And since Chelsea
won AND Frankie scored, I follow this incredibly weird superstition. I wear everything BLUE. My hair-clip, my shoes, my inner wear, my shirt, the jeans, my handbag, my watch, and the jewelleries too! Call me weird or what, but this is how I celebrate Chelsea's win. When I get my jersey, I'll parade it and continue with my *MUST WEAR BLUE IF CHELSEA WINS AND FRANK SCORES* ritual.

I came home, feeling upset beacause of the jersey, and I saw my neighbours playing football. That's when I thought to myself: *WHEN ONE IS DEPRESSED, ONE MUST PLAY FOOTBALL*...and that's exactly what I did. I scored 6 goals. This time with my right foot. I'm still Sentul's female version of Frank Lampard. Even the boys think so. Especially Kavenesh. I knew my mum would get angry, but it's the only thing, apparently, that makes me less depressed. I can get so excited just by scoring one goal. Football is part of me.

I realised that my goal-keeping skills are improving. Yay! Me, the next Petr Cech, you say?

And my mother just said something really frustrating:

*Ena, I have some bad news to tell you. I'm now 59.5 kg...nearing 60 kg already! I'm FAT!*

Hmph...told you right, you've grown fatter! No one takes me seriously in this house. = (

And let's upload this pic...


Frank Lampard after scoring his 12th goal of the season. This picture will show you how happy and excited I got just by scoring 6 goals today. The right word is called: INSPIRED.

Oh, I saw his pic in an Adidas advert in this month's issue of EPL! Damn broody...can't seem to find it though. Made me smile like a fox.

*Bluesy* out!

Monday, December 26, 2005

Continuation from yesterday...

Going to upload some more pics from yesterday's lunch. Couldn't get some of the tea party because my brother said not to take any. I forgot to mention I saw EDWARD SCISSORHANDS [the last time I saw this was when I was just 7 or 8 years old!]...Johnny Depp's movies are fun!

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The Christmas tree in the restaurant. There's nothing at the bottom there...so don't worry! You didn't miss much! Credit goes to Kavenesh for this one.

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What I had for lunch. No drooling, please! Briyani rice, sheesh kebab [yum!], butter chicken masala, [yum again!], and my half-broken, half-eaten and half-melted candy cane. Yes, that was my lunch menu. I ate very little, so that I can have loads of dessert! Wait till you see the dessert!

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Are you drooling now? Haha, I bet you are! The Christmas tree cupcake, the many types of layer cakes specially imported from Sarawak [thanks to Aunt Audrey's sister who lives there], and the chocolate Christmas yulelog! I swear, I would've died and gone to heaven a happy child eating it! These are some of it, by the way. I didn't get to taste the others, since I was too full to eat. Looking after my waistline. Getting fat staying at home and eating!

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Kavenesh's brother, Darshan. The poor boy lost his tooth recently. My dad reckons he looks like Jose Mourinho in very weird angles. I have to agree. He's one of the cheekiest kids I've ever come across. I think I was the only one who actually got him to smile and flash his teeth. Hehe...

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Some of the guests. From left: Uncle Devan, Uncle Mano, my dad, and Uncle Ghani. Credit goes to Sanjivan for this one.

Will upload more later on, ok?

*Bluesy* out!

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Christmas is a time for giving...

I had a bad morning [at 12:30 a.m.] . I felt so insulted with what my dad said to me. Made me feel like I was staying in a hotel, and not a home. And this morning, he was talking nicely to me! I knew he was angry with someone in my house, but it doesn't mean he can take it out on me since I'm the youngest! I have feelings too, you know! After hearing what he said, I probably think I'm at a high risk of getting kicked out of my own house. At that moment, I thought: *No amount of After Eight mints or blue stuff can console me*...but, I guess one phone call made my day better. Thanks, Mar. And your football analogies really worked. Especially the one about Frank not letting the setback of not being picked for the 2002 World Cup affect his performance. Thank you. Sorry I nearly ruined your Christmas though. It was unintentional. If there is such a word. Thanks for *I GOT YOUR BACK, YOU GOT MINE, THAT'S ALL THE BACK UP WE NEED*.

Anyway, we were late for the baptism, so I couldn't get some nice pictures of the whole event for you to see. And I saw my nightmare in PINK. Haha...don't ask me who it was [hint: not my ex]. And I saw my favourite twins! But I didn't get to take a pic with them, since they were in the car with their mum. We went to Desa Sri Hartamas for lunch. Let's upload some nice pics then.

This is the star of the day, RUTH SUSEELA!
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She doesn't look adorable in this pic. Let's post another one of her then. Taken by me.

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Isn't she adorable? I think she's the most photogenic baby, right after me! Haha..oh I take back what I said about Sebastian Montoya being the most adorable baby I've seen. I remember seeing her in August this year. My God, she was so small! I was so scared to even hold her! Wait, I don't carry babies, because I'm scared they might slip right out of my hand! She weighed 2kg [It's kind of scary because my brother was 3.2 kg when he was born, while I was 3.5 kg when I was born! I used to compare our size with her!] then...now, she has rosy and chubby cheeks, and looks more nourished than before! Not sure whether Sanjivan or Kavenesh took this shot.

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This is the PRIDE OF INDIA restaurant. We had lunch here! The food here is...whoa! Sends you straight to heaven! Fantastic! Yum yum...want to eat here again! The *KULFI* ice-cream is a must-try here! Credit goes to Kavenesh for taking this pic [you can see him in the picture, in the glass reflection]! Everything here was fantastic!

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This is the Christmas wreath outside, on the door. See the colour? IT'S BLUE! I took this pic!

Anyway, must go now...will post more pics later. I went to my cousin's house-warming-cum-birthday celebrations, in the end...I'm flustered and tired. So, au revoir...

*Bluesy* out!

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Interesting...

Your First Name of: Rowena


Your name of Rowena has given you a desire for self-expression and for positions that allow contact with people, free from the restrictions and monotony into which you are often drawn. Although you desire to be spontaneous and natural, you are often drawn into technical and methodical lines of endeavour and the practical aspects of life. You are friendly by nature, but you cannot enjoy complete ease in association because of a difficulty in expressing yourself.

Although the name Rowena creates the urge to be self-expressive and happy, it does limit your versatility and scope, tuning you to technical details. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the liver, bloodstream, and elimination system.

Pretty true...it describes me perfectly [not 100% though!].

In other news, my dad said that he MIGHT be putting up ASTRO IF I get EXTREMELY good results for my 2nd semester finals. That would be somewhere in April. Which is the EPL season-ender already! But the start of F1 [not quite, F1 starts in March], World Cup [in June], and the 2006/2007 EPL season! That way, Kimi Raikkonen, Felipe Massa, Juan Pablo Montoya, FRANK LAMPARD, John Terry, JOE COLE, Jose Mourinho, ROBBIE KEANE, and Aurelia's great-grandmother's favourite, Asier del NONO [oops, sorry, it's supposed to read Asier del Horno!] will have my TOTALLY UNDIVIDED ATTENTION! YAY! I hope I can live up to it. So that, I can be the Chelsea-crazy girl I already am. I can go even more ballistic than my mother when we watch football if that happens. She can scream when she watches a match, I think the only place that would accept her extreme noisiness is the stadium itself! And she laughs whenever a player is being fouled! The other day, Joe Cole got fouled, and she laughed at him! So mean! And then, I can make weird observations of people on the TV!

And since tomorrow's Christmas, I shall be busy eating [and making myself fatter than I already am!]. Uncle Surrei is having his daughter's baptism tomorrow morning. My dad has decided that I will be the lucky one accompanying him for it! Which means, I have to wake up early tomorrow! Great, it's supposed to be holidays now. It's the ONLY time of the year where you can sleep till noon. I seem to be getting up at 7 a.m. for no reason at all! Can't I sleep till 11 a.m. so that I don't disrupt anything going on in anybody's life? Sigh...no one treats me with respect. Haha...

The thing is, the baptism is going to be held in St. Joseph's Church. Which is, the church a certain someone I used to love [in simple terms: my ex] goes to. And I seriously want to avoid confrontations tomorrow at all costs, since my dad is going with me and I can't afford to get into more unwanted trouble with my dad. I wished, if he sees me that is, that he wouldn't come up to me and talk to me. If he does, I'm going to show him the NEW ME, and snub him. Argh...isn't it at times like these you just wished you cease to exist?
*Oh crap, it's Christmas, for crying out loud, Julez! Can't you be nice just for this one day? It won't cost you an arm and a leg, you know?*
*Oh right, it won't cost me an arm and a leg, you say? I'll tell you something, brain! If my dad sees me with him, I shall be one arm and one leg less of my usual Chelsea-crazy ways*

In case you're wondering, that was my brain having a small conflict with my heart. The former is the brain while the latter is the heart! I wished I had the power to vanish when things like this happen. Why must thing like this happen to me??? Whatever happens tomorrow, I shall come out being the stronger me. Nothing can break me! Aurelia, if you're reading this particular post, call me, will you? I need to buy my parents a PROPER wedding anniversary gift, if we do go to HARTAMAS SHOPPING COMPLEX after the baptism [because they said we're going to eat there, I mean somewhere in Hartamas] I shall buy them a somewhat proper gift for them. And I shall be doing some serious picture-taking tomorrow. So expect some quality photos being uploaded soon.

Just sad that I won't be able to make it for my cousin's house-warming/birthday celebrations in Bukit Antarabangsa tomorrow. My brother and my mother are going for that. Yes, my daddy loves ME! Oh yeah, my dad's car has been sent for servicing, so we have been transport-less for the past 2 days. For the baptism, we can walk to the church [since it's next to my ex-school] but for the house-warming/birthday celebrations, we can't walk there! And since my brother has the car, and we can just hitch a ride home from Hartamas, it's only fair if my mother goes with my brother for the second function. And later in the night, I have to go to Christina's place since she invited me over.

I think I better turn in for the night. Good night! and before I go...here's wishing all those celebrating Christmas tomorrow:

1. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
2. FELIZ NAVIDAD!
3. SELAMAT MENYAMBUT HARI NATAL!

Don't get drunk ok? Oh, the Japanese serial I mentioned earlier, it's called LAST CHRISTMAS! Apparently the song by Wham! is the theme song, and at the end, they play the song *WAKE ME UP* also by Wham!!! Yay! I just love George Michael's voice. Listening to those two songs on the radio makes me extremely happy! You can just go to an ultimate high when you hear those two songs! I'm officially nuts, thank you!

*Bluesy* out!

Short, short one

My Japanese serial drama is coming on in 5 minutes, so I'll be very quick on this post.

I saw Juan Pablo Raba on TV! Well, I was watching Luna on TV, and in the background while Daniela and Paloma were talking, the TV was on and there he was, he was in *MI GORDA BELLA*! Okay, I'm officially nuts.

Dyed my hair today, doesn't look that obvious, but YC says it's there.

Sayonara...oh it's CHRISTMAS EVE. So, HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE then. And Mar, don't get drunk, right? Enjoy yourself in Barca, dear!

*Bluesy* out!

Friday, December 23, 2005

Love...actually, is all around.

Okay, Christmas is in 2 days time. Adonis a.k.a Ajay's birthday is in 2 days time. And my blog's first anniversary is coming in another 3/4 days time. Yay! Happy days are here to stay.

I hate trips to the bank. Bank procedures are getting more and more complicated. And I hate that Maybank Sentul's security guard, always giving me the creeps. That's why I don't want to work in a bank. If I get customers like my dad, I'd probably die [touch wood] on the spot!

I will spare you the details of the bank trip. But I shall tell you what I did today. I watched LOVE ACTUALLY! Yay! It was so wicked! I want to watch it again! I really liked the part where Hugh Grant dances to the tune of Jump [Pointer Sisters]. He looks amazingly adorable. And I think the part where Jamie [Colin Firth] proposed to Aurelia [Mar's mum was supposed to name her Aurelia Ashanti instead of Delmiera Ashanti, but they wanted the initials DA to stick, and I think the only person who calls her Aurelia is her great-grandmother, Nana Lee! I think Aurelia is a beautiful name!] in the restaurant. That was just so romantic. And I think Sam [Thomas Sangster] is so adorable. And I was sad seeing that Karl [Rodrigo Santoro] and Sarah [Laura Linney] didn't get together in the end! =( ... I nearly cried watching the movie, it was just so beautiful. I want to watch it again. I think Hugh Grant is an amazing actor. He'd make a cute PM of Britain. Haha...I can never get tired of watching him act in any movie. He's got this charming personality. And there's something about Colin Firth, he's just another amazing actor! I want to watch LOVE ACTUALLY again!!! I just love seeing Hugh Grant in movies like this. He can look so amazing even when he says or does something remarkably stupid. I adore Hugh Grant.

Speaking of men, people who know me think I only like *gweilos* [foreigners]. That's not true. Well, sure I like certain foreigners. Like those artistes, footballers, and actors. But that doesn't mean I don't like Malaysian men! And Ben told me this a few weeks back.

Ben: When you going to get married?
Me: You introduce your girlfriend to me first, then I'll tell you. I tell you now-lah, I don't want to get married!
Ben: Don't bluff. I want to bring my girlfriend to your wedding.
Me: I'm not getting married-lah. I want to come for your wedding. And tell your girlfriend that you like bullying people.
Ben: Just remembered, I cannot go for your wedding.
Me: *Puts on puzzled look* Why cannot?
Ben: You going to marry foreigner overseas, how to come for your wedding? Unless you buy me tickets to go there.
Me: Aiyo Ben...I'm not getting married-la!

And when we got off at the Masjid Jamek station, he kept showing me this *mat salleh* buying tickets at the counter. The guy was with his girlfriend/wife. And he told me: *Nevermind, can still go tackle!*...hmph! I'm not planning to get myself a boyfriend anyway. Everyone I know seems to think I am going to marry a foreigner and settle there and never come back to Malaysia. I don't think so. What do you say, Aurelia [I think I'm the only one, apart from Nana Lee, privileged enough to call you that] ?

And there was this article on Joe Cole today. And my mum started her *I-LOVE-ASHLEY-COLE-BECAUSE-HE-HAS-MORE-HAIR-THAN-JOE-COLE* antics. That's my mother.

*Bluesy* out!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Your happiness was my sunshine...

-I'll pretend we're still in love tonight, because we won't be anymore...in the morning-

I think this song [In The Morning] by Lee Ryan is just beautiful...but my favourite song of all from his new album is between [Jump],
[When I Think of You], [Miss My Everything] and [How Do I]. Extremely good. And you want to know something exteremly weird? I used to like Duncan when they [as in Blue] first started with [All Rise], I think I liked Lee less because of his hairdo. But when [Too Close] came out, that was when the obsession started. I just used to have arguments with Mar and Swarna [the Duncan fans] about how I think Lee is a better singer among the four members. Mar says I like him because he's skinny and tall, and that I didn't like Duncan because he was very muscular. NOT TRUE! Well, not entirely. I don't like very muscular men, I don't know why. But I like skinny [not too skinny anyway!] men. Okay, I know some people are going to attack me on Peter Crouch. *He's tall and skinny, so why don't you like him?*...answer made simple: HE IS TOO SKINNY AND TOO TALL! Not my type! Hahaha...

*Julez only likes men who are skinny [in other words: fleshless] like Lee Ryan. Julez like to eat fleshy chickens. Huh? How come got difference?
Fleshless human and fleshy chicken? Very weird...that's what makes my Julez a unique person!*

I don't remember where and when Mar sent me this note, but this describes my extreme weirdness. Fleshy...haha. Stupid. Oh, about the fleshy chicken part, it's true. I just love eating chicken, except chicken from KFC. Bad for health. Give me a piece of chicken, and I shall not bother you for quite a long time. My parents are worried, I have been eating chicken for the past one week. I'm worried too, makes me feel like I've got nothing else to eat.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that during the trip back to KL after Malacca, I was listening to Lee's CD. Lee Ryan got me through the long journey back home, hot weather, and the air-cond malfunction. Good thing, I believe. Otherwise, I'd probably bug my parents' life, they'd probably decide to throw me out of the car.

And I just watched the news, I saw that my ex-school students who recently sat for their PMR examinations were interviewed by TV3! Hmph...when I got 7A's for my PMR, no one from TV3 came to interview me [no, I'm NOT a publicity-seeker]. And there was this girl who had 2A's and 6B's who got interviewed, saying she was disappointed with her results, as her parents expected a lot more from her. Why does everyone make
it a big deal out of every exam? What really matters is how you perform in the university, and from there, your workplace. If you don't get straight A's, you're dumb. That's not true. You might not be good in this round, but in the next, you're going to do a whole lot better. I learnt my lesson well. Straight A's doesn't guarantee you anything in life. Oh, Nallena had 7A's, so congratulations to her!

Anyway, I shall put up something that will not make me angry, instead very happy.

Just for Nisha and me. The only surviving members of the now-defunct *MUST LOVE LEE RYAN SOCIETY*. Haha...oh...this man comes under the *THE FEW BLONDES I LOVE* list. Though he wasn't a blonde before. I think. I'm not sure. Haha...and I read this somewhere off the Net, he stripped for Sir Elton John and his partner, David Furnish at Sir Elton's stag party [or was it his "hen party"?]! God, how I wished I was there! *Rolls on the floor laughing* Okay, I am not that *miang*! Maybe a little. Mar, don't get me started!

And I saw something that made me cry, it involves Frank. His bleeding lip. I hate blood. Just scary... ='(...I shall not put it up because it'll only make me cry and more depressed.

*Bluesy* out!

VB is scary...

I think that Victoria Beckham is scary...I mean she looks scary. Will not tell you why.

Oh, and my fave AC Milan player Kaka [asides Andriy Shevchenko] is getting married. Congratulations to him then.

Watched Ocean's Eleven again last night. And watch a bit of the Barca-Celta Vigo tie [let's say 10 minutes]. Saw Eto'o, Messi, and Ronaldinho posing with their awards. I think Messi is cute. Okay, I've seen him play before in the World Youth Cup [I think it was that], I think he's talented, but he's also cute. Hahaha...Mar, I'm not *miang*!

I don't know why, but Malaysian TV has never shown any form of women's football matches. I've heard how good Birgit Prinz and Mia Hamm are, but sad to say, I've never seen them play. I wished Malaysians would take a moment to see how great women players are. Instead of mocking them. I wished they'd take some initiative to show some matches live.

Mar noticed something weird about me. I'll show you.

*Why you like Chelsea? Because their jerseys are blue.*
*Why you like Blue? Because the name is blue.*
*Why you like blueberries? Because they're blue.*
*Why you like Sonic the Hedgehog? Because it's blue.*
*Why you like watching Stitch? Because the alien is blue.*
*Why you like Blue's Clues? Because the dog is blue.*
*Why you like seeing Joe Cole? Because of his blue wristband.*
*Why you like Lee Ryan? Because he's from Blue.*

Psycho woman. I'm the one supposed to make weird observations, not you!

And I like this pic...reminds me of a potential book cover/poster.

Guess who it is? No, it's not Frank Lampard. It's Asier del Horno [the one Mar's great-grandmother calls NONO]! Haha...I am weird. So sue me.

*Bluesy* out!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Back from Malacca

Just when I thought I could sleep till 10 and NOT follow my dad to Malacca to send the Mahendrans off, I got it all wrong. I woke up at 9 a.m., ate at 10.30 a.m. and followed my dad to Malacca. I slept in the car! And when I woke up, I felt my forehead was wet. True enough, I had been sweating, due to the fact the air-cond wasn't working [we took my cousin's car, since my dad's car cannot be used for long distance journeys]. And we went to eat in some restaurant nearby MMU. I ordered garlic naan, and I got a naan bread with some garlic pasted on it. If I wanted that, I would have done it myself. And then we passed by this souvenir shop and they had some car stickers on display. And I saw a Chelsea one, and being myself usual psychotic self, I got excited. And then we went to this sundry shop to get some cookies. And then, what happened after that just floored me. Mr. Mahendran just passed me something, and when I took it I saw the Chelsea car sticker! The one I saw was the old badge, this one he got me, was the centenary badge. OMG...so touched. So excited! [Note to self: Thou shall not act crazy in front of other people except for thou's family] We came home, and now I'm so tired. We ate satay...yum! It's been a long while since you last ate this, eh Mar?

My dad has said something mean about Frank Lampard again. Not happy. He said that during the press conference, he was trying to get some attention from the press by leaning closer to Ronaldinho. And that he only got 306 votes is very pathetic [he didn't say this word, but it meant that] compared to Ronnie's 956 votes. So mean...Arsenal fans are always like that! Hmph...

*Bluesy* out!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

He came in second...

Well, HE came in second in the FIFA WORLD PLAYER OF THE YEAR 2005 awards. Ronaldinho was first, Eto'o was third. I think you know who that HE is. The man I dream of stalking. Haha...And I had this weird dream yesterday, it involved him. He was speaking at a press conference, and he spoke to me in SPANISH! How I got there, remains a mystery though. My dreams are very unrealistic. The votes were...OMG...I don't know what to say. Such a vast difference. Ronaldinho won with 956 points, Frank came second with 306 points, and Eto'o third with 190 points! OMG...and our stupid Malaysian captain [Pauzh Shaari] and coach [Norizan Bakar] voted for Ronaldinho, Robinho, and Ronaldo! Everyone's Brazilian in their list! Stupid idiots! At least the Singaporean coach [Radojko Avramovic] had some sense to at least vote him as the second best player! So angry! I'm happy that the German coach [Jurgen Klinsmann] and the Italian one [Marcello Lippi] voted for him as the best! Yippee...makes me happy! =D

Let me upload very nice pictures of him then.

*If he doesn't want it, you can always give it to me! Oh by the way, your tie isn't straight, Ronaldinho!* -I bet this was what Frank told Sepp Blatter-


*You may have won this round, mate, but I'll win it next year. Congratulations!* -Frank Lampard congratulating Ronaldinho-


*The Chelsea man is stuck between two Catalans!* -Samuel Eto'o congratulating his Barca team-mate Ronaldinho, as Frank Lampard watches-


*I'm the best, and you know it too! That's why I'm in the middle. Now, if I can ask that person on my right to exchange trophies, to make myself the best! Muahaha!* -This is my favourite pic of all, since his injured lip isn't that obvious in this pic! Samuel Eto'o, Frank Lampard, and Ronaldinho posing with their awards-

I just made a few observations. He is taller than Ronaldinho and Eto'o. He is thin. He looks nice in black. He is very fashionable. I make very weird observations. So spare me any brickbats. He's the best, in my eyes. And also in Jose Mourinho's eyes too!

My mum saw the news about the awards on TV this morning, and she said that Ronaldinho is cute. Huh? She said that he's got nice hair, and when he tied it up, he looked so cute. My brother just looked at her. Mr. Mahendran said that he is a good player. Seeing the grimace I plastered on my face, he asked me this.

Mr. Mahendran: Why? You don't like him? Why not? Because he's not handsome?
Me: No. I admit he's good, but I don't like him. I don't know why.
Mum: Don't bluff, you think he's not handsome. That's why you don't like him. *Looks at Mr. Mahendran* She likes the one beside him. The one on the left. I still think Ronaldinho is cute.

Ever since I put up that new skin, I seem to be uploading more of his pics than before. It's no coincidence. I just feel like uploading pictures that make me happy. And Neil, I'm going to keep this skin for as long as I can. I'm happy looking at this skin, and I can't get tired of it. That is, if I see another Frank Lampard skin and I like it. But for now, I'm happy with this skin.

We went to Karyaneka today, and then to KLCC. I wished we could stay longer. Maybe sometime this week, I hope. And I want to go to SOGO this week! I have seen some nice Chelsea centenary shirts there. I want to get them! I think the Christmas decor in KLCC is nicer than the one in One Utama, but nothing can beat MidValley's decor. The decor there is magical and is so white! Very Narnia-like. So beautiful.

I just saw Frank Lampard on TV...Argh...he looks HOT as always! The OBSESSED ONE strikes again!

*Bluesy* out!

Stupidity is my middle name...


Can you see the blood? It's REAL. I freaked out seeing the blood. He's a tough man, he is. So, it won't affect him. I hope so. Hope that this will not affect your goal scoring talents. I was chatting with Sylvien [who was obviously not pleased with the win, but pretended to be happy for my sake!]. And she was helping me find the reason behind the bandaged head. And here's what she discovered:

53mins- Lampard is forced to take some treatment on a head wound; I'm not entirely sure on how the injury occured.
56mins- Lampard has returned to the field, sporting a lovely bandage wrapped around his head. No longer is he the dream-boat darling of a million teenagers.

The last one was very funny. Oh my God, the man is in pain there, and here I am laughing. So stupid! How insensitive I can be sometimes...

Anyway, we had naan and tandoori for dinner with the Mahendrans. I feel stuffed. And a frog landed on my brother's car. Eeeww...so slimy! He used his windshield wiper the get it off. It was a small one anyway, it's not like it was a bullfrog. My mum reckons it was a frog prince waiting for my kiss to turn it back to human again. I said I won't kiss it, unless it was Frank Lampard in disguise. Oh God, I'm obsessed with him! At least it's a healthy obsession though. Not like I'm obsessed with some stick-insect artistes. I saw Hilary Duff on TV this morning and I remembered that a certain friend said I look, act, and sound like her. OMG, that is NOT a compliment. THAT'S AN INSULT!!! How dare you say I look, act, and sound like her? I don't look like a walking beanpole, I am not blonde, and I sound very Malaysian. Need I say more?

And this is a very nice picture to me. It is a big relief for me. His head is okay! Yay...I won't feel so worried anymore.

Samuel Eto'o, Frank Lampard, and Ronaldinho before the FIFA WORLD PLAYER OF THE YEAR 2005 AWARD. Yippee! He's no longer bandaged! I'm very relieved! I better stop sounding like I'm his caregiver or the likes! I'm starting to sound like...MAR! With her stupid obsession for David Beckham and that Peter Crouch. Argh...this is bad, he's got a cut on his lip.


So sad...but still, he's my darling.

Checked the new skin out? Nice, eh? Comments and brickbats necessary.

*Bluesy* out!

Monday, December 19, 2005

What happened to him?


Okay, can someone who actually watched the match between Chelsea and Arsenal tell me WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED TO HIM? HOW DID HE GET HIS HEAD BANDAGED? WHAT/WHO CAUSED IT? ARGH...MY POOR LAMPS! HOPE HE'S OKAY...

If this injury was caused by someone from Arsenal, mark my words. You shall not escape my wrath. You will pay for damaging his head, for the pain you caused him! I will make you and your future generation suffer for this! *Swings fists into the air* YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE! YOU HEARD ME?????

If not, I shall leave you people in Highbury alone. I just hope he's okay...otherwise, I can get very emotional about it. I'm so upset. *Frowns*...I wish that this injury will not let him stop scoring goals. My cousin is tormenting me already! He's the best! And to prove it, Ronaldinho wants him [and Henry] in Barcelona! Imagine that, a world player is asking him to join his team? Honoured...okay, I should stop sounding like I AM Frank Lampard. I hope you score in the next match. And I hope your head is alright by then.

Can you imagine going to an awards show with the bandage on? Ouch...okay, I'm starting to sound very insensitive here. So I shall not say anything more than what I want to say. But I shall post this picture up to show you how I feel about him and his injury. =(


No matter what happens, I will always love you.

Anyway, we beat Arsenal 2-0. Goals from Arjen Robben and Joe Cole sealed the win. It was the last time we are playing at Highbury, and finally we win! Just depressed he didn't score, and instead he got himself injured! So sad...I need chocolates now.

I hate seeing Arsenal in this situation. It's not them at all. I think they're missing Patrick Vieira.

And I think I shall be changing the skin again [much to most of my readers dismay]. With a Frank Lampard skin! It looks nice by the way. I shall edit it after this.

*Bluesy* out!

Tiring day...

I'm so tired. We had so many visitors in ONE DAY. First I had Sham over, since she wanted my weighing scale, because she's leaving for Moscow on Tuesday. Then, my brother's ex-boss from the US who came down to Malaysia with his wife, came over to our place with his other relatives! There were like 14 of them! I have had more visitors than that [I think Farah can testify that fact for me]. Thank God, Sham helped us out. If it weren't for her, I'd probably say incredibly stupid things. And I have a slight problem with the way Americans talk. They speak too fast. Being a super-slow sloth, I don't understand a word they say. It takes me like 1 and a half minutes to figure out what they're saying, and finally give a REASONABLE answer. REASONABLE is in caps because...well, the writer of this blog can say incredibly stupid and unreasonable things. So, some of you would know what that means. My brother can speak with an American slang. It seems like he's got the hang of it, and he's still able to talk like that. Me? I'd probably learn it, and the next day I'd revert to my old self again.

And then Aunt Jeya and her two kids came over. They came to test Naveen's new PS2. Oh, speaking of elcetronic devices now, my brother finally finds out that we bought a NIKON COOLPIX 5600 digital camera. He got a wee bit upset we didn't tell him, and he has vowed to buy himself one when he gets his bonus on the 1st of January, 2006. You have 2 camera phones, for God's sake! Isn't that enough? It's your fault you DON'T read my blog.

I miss Sham. I miss the good times we had in Form Three. With that JAI JAKAMMA group of ours. And the countless stupid things we used to do. The way we teased and tormented the teacher who taught us. I'll never ever forget those moments of extreme insanity we had. *Sighs*...I wish I was back in Form Three. Life in school was more enjoyable then, rather in Form Four and Form Five [the latter was where I met chaos and it left me with the utterly bitter taste of defeat and destruction]. But, as people say, we have to move forward. Don't look back in anger.

And then, we attended a wedding. I'm super tired now.

And I'd like to thank Aimee for adding another thing for my list of things for Peter Crouch to do in my house. Here it comes...


CONTINUATION OF 10 HOUSEHOLD CHORES WE CAN ASK PETER CROUCH TO DO FOR US...

11. Ask him to get the weighing scale on top of my mother's cupboard. I have no idea why she puts it there. Makes life for us vertically challenged people [save my brother] very difficult. I have to jump up and down just to get it to see how fat I am, while he can just grab it without jumping up and down.
12. Ask him to write and erase my whiteboard when I want to use it. I have a very big whiteboard all for myself, and I can't get to the top part because I am not blessed with my brother's height [And people say I look like him! Bah!]. Peter Crouch would be the answer to my problem.

I really enjoy reading her list of things. Like REASONS WHY AIMEE LEE KIT-EE IS GOING TO DIE YOUNG, WHY AIMEE AND HOW JIAN WANT TO BECOME DEVILS WHEN THEY DIE, and WHY DOGS MAKE BETTER FRIENDS THAN GUYS. Very interesting and hilarious too. Why don't you do something like this, eh? Would be fun to read that list. Ooh...read her poem of Frank Lampard! That's just...wow. Written with full of love...The only poem I wrote declaring my undying love for a famous person was that poem for Gareth Gates. That was just funny. You see, I wrote that while I was studying History with Pn. Anna, and I had a bad headache. I didn't want to look at the History textbook, so I started writing in my notepad. And that poem was the outcome of that headache. And no, I think Gareth Gates is a little cheesy now. I do listen to his music, but I don't like him as much as I did before. At least I like HIM better than that stupid Will Young [he has good music, though!].

Anyway, *Bluesy* out!

Saturday, December 17, 2005

10 things...

While cleaning up the room yesterday, I was so bored, I created a list of things that we can ask Peter Crouch to do for us, with my mum [yes, she KNOWS who Peter Crouch is!].

10 HOUSEHOLD CHORES WE CAN ASK PETER CROUCH TO DO FOR US...

1. Clean the ceiling. Since he's so tall, unlike us shorties, he doesn't need a chair to complete the task.
2. Hang clothes for my mother. Since we have already started hanging clothes on the balcony, my mother needs a chair to hang them. With him around, we don't need the chair.
3. Catch those pesky lizards running around on the walls. They're uncatchable, since they can escape us by running high up to the ceiling.
4. Paint the walls. He doesn't need a roller, does he?
5. Clean the lamps, lights, and fans. We need chairs, he doesn't.
6. Stick posters of Frank Lampard of the walls for ME. I am short and I need the chair. He is not short, so he doesn't need one.
7. Clean the ornaments on the cupboards. It's all about the chair.
8. Save my friend's handphone in case it drops into the toilet bowl. We could have saved Sylvien's phone, if Peter Crouch was there.
9. Catch rats hidden in tight spaces. My house doesn't have any rats, but just in case we have that pesky visitors around, we know what to do.
10. Stand outside my house gate, do a bridge, and pretend to be my goalpost. In case I feel like playing football.

The last one is pretty unreasonable. But knowing it's me, and this so happens to be MY list, so I can create any chores I want him to do for me. Haha...

Anyway, we are meeting Barcelona in the KO round of the Champions League. I never thought we'd beat them last season, but we did. In the first leg, we lost 2-1. I feared the worst. But, we were three goals up in 19 minutes in the 2nd leg. Then Ronaldinho scored two goals, to keep the score 4-4 on aggregate, until John Terry scored [I love my Captain Marvel!], to make it 5-4 on aggregate. We did it, we beat Barcelona! We're going to beat them again! I'm counting on my OX [Frank Lampard] to score some miraculous goals!

Anyway, I'll be watching Ginga [THE SOUL OF BRASILIAN FOOTBALL] on 8TV tonight, that's why I'm blogging early. I don't really like the whole Brazil squad [save Kaka, for sure] and the whole Samba football, but I have decided to give it a watch. It's bad enough I missed GOAL [Frankie was in it!]! I don't want to miss it again. My mother thinks watching GOAL is just a waste of money. Because she thinks it's all football and nothing else. She said BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM was okay, because it had some storyline to it. My parents are advocating David Beckham? I must be from PLANET PSYCHO. Why can't they like people like...Michael Owen? If you can't like Frank Lampard, at least like someone else, who isn't DAVID BECKHAM?

If ever I'm depressed or I feel suicidal like Kieron Dyer, I think of football. It makes me happy. Not even music or chocolate can make me less depressed/suicidal. Football alone makes me feel more ME. Trust me, it helped me a lot yesterday. Don't ask me why, but it just did.

*Bluesy* out!

Friday, December 16, 2005

The acceptance speech...

Originally Posted by Lampard
I was told I had to do a speech, to say a few thank yous and was lying in bed a couple of nights ago till about 2.30 in the morning thinking what I was going to say. I had it all planned out perfectly, fell asleep - and then was woken up at 4am when my cars were being driven off in the driveway! This award is massive, an achievement I hold very highly. I watched JT [John Terry] pick up the PFA Award earlier this year and was genuinely delighted for him.

This award is voted for by journalists, who can be your biggest critic and get on your nerves sometimes, but they all know football and I am very respectful of their thoughts, and very proud they have decided to give me this award this year.

I look around the room and see so many players [pictures of previous winners] on the wall. I notice there are not so many English players in recent years. With John winning the PFA Award, and me this one, with Jamie Carragher third in this award, as an Englishman it makes me very proud that I have performed well enough to be voted for. It is a great advert for English football.

We are really going to try our utmost to bring the World Cup home next year. We promise that. I WILL GO back to my West Ham days, and I owe a massive thank you to Harry Redknapp.

There were some difficult times for me as a player at West Ham. I remember running on the touchline, and being told: 'Go and sit down with your uncle and your dad [Redknapp and coach Frank Lampard senior], because you're not good enough to get on the pitch.' I would love all those people to be in this room tonight so I could answer them.

I'm sure Harry had people saying the same thing to him about me and I really respect the fact that he stuck with me and that he played me week in, week out. So I would like to say a massive thank you to him and his wife Sandra, who is my aunt - I love her to bits.

Moving on to my Chelsea days, I'd like to say a big thank you to Ken Bates and Suzannah [his wife]. I am very privileged that they have decided to fly over specially for tonight [from Monte Carlo]. I know Ken has the money, but he still had to make the effort!

Ken took a chance on me and paid what people thought was a lot of money at the time [£11m]. He had belief in me, as did Claudio Ranieri and without that move, without him putting his money on the table and doing that... I had another offer, to go to Leeds and no disrespect to Leeds, but things might have gone slightly differently.

Claudio was the man, the manager, who made the decision. I met him when I first went to Chelsea and he showed great belief in me, he improved my game no end in the three years I played under him.

For this year I have to thank Roman Abramovich. I know what you're thinking: thanks very much for that five-year deal I signed last year and I'll be back knocking on the door in a couple of years.

You have to understand this man and it's not easy when you see it from the outside. What the man does is he comes in the changing room, win or lose, and shows the emotion that every fan shows and he really means it - and to the players that means so much. We respond to that. I would like to thank him for moving Chelsea on from the fantastic club it was to a club that really is one of the best in Europe and is hopefully going to be a force for future years.

Jose Mourinho? I cannot say enough about the man as a manager. He has ultimate confidence in himself and the amazing thing is that he manages to transmit that confidence to the players around him. He has given me real belief. I hope to work for him for many years and to be very successful.

I would like to say a big thank you to the England manager. It is a bit embarrassing when he [Sven-Goran Eriksson] is sitting two seats away from you to give him big praise. But my England career has taken massive strides since he has been manager. You do need a manager to show belief in you and he has done that for me.

A quick thank you to Steve Kuttner, my agent - and also a fantastic mate. Not many people can say that about their agent. And to three of my best mates here tonight, mates I have had since I was very young. It is not easy to take three West Ham boys and turn them into Chelsea boys - but I managed it. I think it has something to do with this: two minutes after the game they're in the King's Road having a pint.

The main thank yous are to my family, who have lived everything with me. First to my granddad, Poppa Bill as we used to call him. He died earlier this year. He was a fantastic man and someone I looked up to. I really would have liked him to have seen me here tonight. He would have been really proud.

Also my Nanny Hilda, my dad's mum. She used to be at West Ham giving out wine gums to everyone who sat around her - now she does it at Chelsea. Unfortunately she still keeps calling the manager Joseph Mourinho. She will never learn.

Then the most important people, starting with my dad. I'm sure I wouldn't be here without him [cracks up amid laughter from audience]. I was going really well till then...

I would not be the player I am today without him, I would not have improved without my dad. In the early years, he would have me over the park training when everyone else was at home or playing with their mates, I was jumping on the floor, getting up and running again, sprinting - I will never forget that. I thank him for everything he has done in my football life and for being a dad.

I would also like to thank my mother. The main thing about this award is it's not just about being a player, but being honoured as a person. She is a hundred per cent the reason why I am how I am and she is one of the best, most fantastic ladies in the world.

My girlfriend Elen is here tonight, and we're expecting our first baby, a little girl, in August. I'm chuffed to bits and cannot wait. Elen is a big fan of Barcelona and that causes a problem when we watch Spanish football on TV. She sees Ronaldinho take on five players, beat the lot of them and score a great goal, and asks why I don't do that. I tell her, 'We're different types of player.'

This is a personal award, but the main one I won this season was the Premiership - and I could not have done that without the players around me. Everyone has seen how strong we are this year and I would like to say thanks to all of them - and also a massive thank you to all the Chelsea fans. They took me to their hearts very, very quickly and I have nothing but appreciation for them. They give me the confidence to be the player I am today. They are a piece of my heart now and I really mean that.

A lot of the reason I am here is because of my strength, my determination and character. I would just like to talk about a girl called Lucy.

I went to her funeral today, she was 10 years old. She came to the game against Charlton where we lifted the Premiership trophy. She had a tumour on the brain - really she should have died the week before that game. But she was so desperate to come and see that game, to watch us play. The character and strength she showed made me put everything in perspective.

I would like to dedicate this whole award to her, her family, especially her mother, and I would like to say thanks to everyone tonight. Thank you.

Lucy's family would like to thank the charity CLIC Sargent for their support during Lucy's illness. Make a donation, or more information on clicsargent.org.uk.



The man has a heart. And this speech is just beautiful. I have never read an acceptance speech so beautiful like this one. And for that, I shall post this picture of him, scoring one of the best goals he's ever scored. The one against Bayern Munich. The one where he volleyed the ball with his chest. Just wonderful, magnificent, and beautiful.

Not sure if you can see it though. But Chelsea fans are sure to remember this goal. This magnificent goal. One of my favourite goals.

This post is for all Chelsea fans reading this. Especially for those who are Frank Lampard fans.

*Bluesy* out!

One word: *Whee*!

My room is ready. *Inserts happy music* It looks lovely...despite the fact the dressing table is not on my list, but still, all is well. *Whee*!!!

And this article just makes my day so much more beautiful than it already is. Read it:


Frank Lampard has something of an old-fashioned boys' comic-book hero about him -- brave, steadfast, dedicated, charitable, good to his mother and on the spot to score the winning goal.
The midfielder's exploits for
England and English champions Chelsea have earned him a place on the shortlist of three, including Barcelona's Ronaldinho and Samuel Eto'o, for FIFA's World Player of the Year award.

Last month he was runner-up to Brazilian
Ronaldinho for the European prize and has walked away with countless domestic awards.

Perhaps his greatest accolade, however, comes from
Chelsea manager Jose Mourinho, who describes him as a "complete player" whom he would not swap for any other.

The 27-year-old from Essex has come on in leaps and bounds since arriving at Stamford Bridge from
West Ham United in 2001, signed by Claudio Ranieri for 11 million pounds ($19.5 million). During his first season he endured taunts for being slow, dumpy and overpriced.

He impressed the management, however, with his hard work and dedication, learnt after years of training as a boy with his footballer father, also Frank.

"In the early years he would have me over the park training. When everyone else was at home or playing with their mates I was jumping on the floor getting up and running again and sprinting," Lampard said.

Even now, when not playing he trains in the
David Beckham way, staying behind to do extra running, or practising free kicks.

He also enjoys the constitution of an ox -- Mourinho has described him as an animal and
Manchester United boss Alex Ferguson as something of a freak for his staying power.

Last month Lampard broke the Premier League record for successive appearances and has now played 161 on the trot, never missing since October 13 2001. It is a remarkable record, snatched from goalkeeper
David James, for a midfielder and especially a classic box-to-box player who, Mourinho says, runs more kilometres per game than any of his players.

He also runs through pain, postponing a toe operation last April so he could finish the season.

"He is unbelievable," Mourinho said. "When you think...no bad performances under two managers. Not me, not Claudio (Ranieri) left him out to rest him or because he was not playing well."

HIGHEST SCORER

Lampard also scores goals. Despite the club employing international strikers he was
Chelsea's highest scorer last season and leads the rankings this season, having also led the Premier League table for several weeks.

He has a devastating shot and a searing free kick, takes a pin-point corner and is a super-cool penalty taker -- a job he has also taken over from
David Beckham for England.

A stalwart of Sven-Goran Eriksson's side, he scored three times at Euro 2004 to be voted
England player of the year that year, and contributed five in England's successful World Cup qualifying campaign.

Lampard's career has outstripped his father's and put that of his uncle Harry Redknapp, who nurtured him at
West Ham and now manages Portsmouth, and former England midfielder cousin Jamie Redknapp in the shade.

But his was not the start of the average footballer.

He enjoyed a private school education, studied Latin, passed a clutch of public exams and might have continued on an academic path if football had not got the upper hand.

The education shows in his facility with words whether talking to the press or giving an after dinner speech.

He has organised charity occasions, raising 500,000 pounds at a dinner and auction recently for teenage cancer sufferers.

Last May, he earned a standing ovation from a critical audience of writers and pundits for his acceptance speech for his English Footballer of the Year award, delivered with professional timing and self-effacing humour.

One national paper was so impressed they printed the speech in full, compete with effusive thanks to his mother and the rest of his family.

Mourinho believes Lampard must win more that the English title to earn the sort of profile enjoyed by
Ronaldinho or former winner Ronaldo.

The midfielder's aim now is to help
Chelsea past the Champions League semi-final stumbling block that has caught them the last two years.

He also needs to fine-tune his sometimes uneasy partnership at the centre of the
England midfield with Liverpool's Steven Gerrard to give England the chance of World Cup honours next year.

Like comic-book hero Roy of the Rovers, Lampard promises to put heart and soul into both tasks.


Doesn't this make you fans happy? It certainly made me happy. I'm just so pleased to read this piece. Wished my dad would read it too. Then, he can see how wonderful the *ox* is. I just hope he doesn't leave Chelsea for Barcelona. That would make me do a Lilee. She cried for weeks when Michael Owen left! I don't see myself crying like that. But if he does leave, I just might, and it won't be a pretty sight. Because if he leaves for Barcelona, I have no one to stalk! You see, I have this dream of studying in the UK [London, to be exact], then my dream of stalking him would come true. If he goes to Spain when I'm there in London, I can't stalk him!

Anyway, enough of the crazy talk. I just noticed how small my arms are. Ever since I broke my right and left arm on 24.10.1992 and 01.06.1995 respectively [I just saw the X-rays, and I saw the dates there!], and I saw that my bones were very small! And everytime I look at my arms, I see that they're so small! My bones are about the same size as they were before! I think I will grow up old with osteoporosis [touch wood].

If not, I think I'll die of lung cancer. I don't smoke, but my father and brother does. It says that cigarette smoke can give you lung cancer. Due to the fact that they exhale more than they inhale the smoke, I am the one who will die of lung cancer, simply because I INHALE more of the smoke they EXHALE. I told you, I'll die young and alone.

And tell me, which Chelsea fan wouldn't want this to happen to them [except if you're a guy, of course]?

Hernan Crespo. I wish I had a chance to get a kiss like that. Okay, that sounded too girly. I shall stop sounding too girly. Though...I would die and go to heaven if it were Frank Lampard! Hahaha...okay, I'll shut up now.

Will post up that speech later. *Bluesy* out!