Do you write love songs so sincere?

Face it. I will be single till the day I die. Which is, actually, not a bad thing, anyway. I should be thankful for all the things I've got, and not whine and grumble till the cows come home on things that I know will NEVER happen to me [unless, of course, some rich Russian billionaire is willing to pay all my expenses to stay in the UK and tickets to EVERY single Chelsea match!].

My parents are confusing. They worry about the way I sit, the way I eat, the way I talk, the way I carry out simple chores [Like sweeping the floor. According to my dad, there is a certain angle we have to hold the broom, and he always says that the way I sweep the floor is wrong!], the way I wear my clothes. I can never be that girly. I've been this way since the day I was born. It will stay that way. People are gunning that I'll actually find a boyfriend and that I will eventually get married with that sad soul [whoever it may be]. Me? Well, personally, I don't think so.

You want to know why? It's because I can never be attractive enough for anyone. I can never be too smart for anyone. I can never be too girly for anyone. I can never learn to compromise and give in to what others want. I can never handle other people's feelings when mine is always on the verge of a breakdown. I can never multi-task between love and studies the way I can multi-task with studies and music or football and studies. I can never change my incorrigible and stubborn ways to suit other people's wants and needs.

I can never be that girl for you.

Whoever you are.

*Turn off the love songs that you hear,
Because you can't avoid the sentiments,
That echoes in your ears,
Saying that love stop the pain,
Saying that love will kill the fear...*

I don't believe them anymore, Robbie. I really don't. I really don't see any reason why I should believe in them anymore in the first place.


On a more interesting and less depressing issue, yesterday's dinners were wonderful! It's nice to have family gatherings minus the hostilities. I got RM 10 yesterday. At least, I have some money in my wallet now. I'm SO broke right now. Sigh...

Was watching an FA Cup Classic match between Liverpool and Manchester United.
Mum: Eh, that guy got a baby face! *Referring to Ole Gunnar Solksjaer*
Me: Yes, ma! His nickname is the *Baby-Faced Assassin*.
Mum: What's his name?
Me: Ole Gunnar Solksjaer. He's the better striker compared to Ruud van Horseface and Wayne Rooney!
Brother: Who is that?
Me: I don't know how to pronounce his last name. *Socks-saya* *Sokes-ja-yer* ? I call him Ole/Baby Face!

I saw Jamie Redknapp, Jamie Carragher and Michael Owen!
Mum: Hey, that's Michael Owen!
Me: Don't get excited!

My dad didn't know it wasn't a live telecast!
Dad: What game is this?
Me: Manchester United and Liverpool. FA Cup, don't know what year was this. It's an old match anyway.
Dad: So this isn't live? Hmph...what a waste of time!
Me: Go and scold ASTRO for showing this game! I can't help it. And besides, do you see David Beckham, Jaap Stam or Roy Keane playing for MU now?

My brother thought that the ManUre-Sunderland showdown was on last night. I told him that it was on this morning! He didn't believe me. He checked it, and I was right. NO ONE LISTENS TO ME! Why do I even bother talking anyway?

Another proof to show that people don't listen to me.
Dad: Post office is closed.
Mum: It's the third Saturday of the month. Of course it's closed.
Me: I can see people inside. It's not closed.
Mum: It's closed! Don't talk rubbish!
Me: It's open! I can see people inside!
Dad: Is it the third Saturday?
Mum: Yes.
Dad: Post office should be open. They don't follow banks anyway.
Mum: I didn't know that.
Me: That's the problem with you people. YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME! NOBODY LISTENS TO ME! The best thing to do is to keep quiet.


Speaking of the ManUre-Sunderland game, they drew 0-0! *Jumps up and down in excitement, then does victory dance* THANK YOU, SUNDERLAND! A draw, with Sunderland? Who are about to be relegated [already relegated, in fact]? Hey, we beat them 2-1 before, alright?

And don't you dare say we were lucky to win, you stupid tomato-faced gum-chewing Alex Ferguson!

That stupid old man said that "he half-expected Chelsea to win against West Ham"!

Just because we draw/lose to some mid-table team sometimes, doesn't mean our run of bad luck will continue!

Go dream you can win the Premiership, you stupid old man. You and the rest of fools you have as players can dream on about winning it. For all I care, you ain't going to win it. You can keep your stupid Carling Cup [that Mickey Mouse Cup] if you want, but not for long. We want it back next season, you nasties!

I hope we beat Bolton. I like seeing Sam Allardyce. He's like a BFG. Haha...I hope we trounce them 5-0! We won the Premiership title against them [2-0, thanks to you-know-who] last season. Last time we met them, we beat them 5-1 [another 2 goals scored by you-know-who!]. So I'm hoping that you-know-who would score probably 2 or more goals for me. After all, it's the New Year. Let's start the New Year by scoring goals! Bwahaha...

Why is it that I am often perceived as studious, smart, and responsible? Believe me, I am the exact opposite! I study last minute [which works for me, not sure if it does for you!]. I am such a do-do at times. I am irresponsible, I am always disorientated when it comes to something really big! I'm so god-damn half of what you people think I am.

So never label me as SMART, STUDIOUS, OR EVEN RESPONSIBLE. Because I am NOT!


Here's something awfully stupid I actually observed.
I am not sure how many of you actually remember watching the *Until the Time Is Through* videoclip by 5ive. There's this part one of them will comfort the other [Scott comforting Ritchie, or something like that!]. And then they will start chasing after each other and dance together. At that time I first watched it, I was 11. It seemed normal then. But now, it seems really gay if two guys start chasing after the other and dance with each other. They looked really gay, especially Ritchie [I always say that!].

Enough of all that stupid things.

Ooh...I hope Robbie Keane will score against ManUre on Monday for me! I want Spurs to win! They were denied a goal last season after a blunder by Roy Carroll, who wasn't able to stop the ball from Pedro Mendes' shot. I hope they get their revenge this time around. Do it for me.

Going off to Subang later for yet another New Year dinner! My waistline is growing...slowly. *Sob sob*

GO CHELSEA!!!!! BEAT BOLTON AND EVERTON FOR ME!!!!

*Bluesy* out!