I shall sulk...

I shall be the female version of Mr. Nicolas Anelka. Le Incredible Sulk.

There was this Greasemania programme on TV. It was a tribute to the 25th anniversary of the movie GREASE [one I love, but forget how it goes =S]. There were performances from the top UK artistes. Namely Jonathan Wilkes, Girls Aloud, Westlife, Darius, Gareth Gates, S Club Juniors [or are they called something else now?] and the Cheeky Girls. It was shown at 11 AM at NTV7.

At the same, TV2 were showing Robbie Williams' concert in Berlin at 11:30 AM.

Trying to be smart, I decided to watch Greasemania and tape Robbie's concert.

What a gamble I took, and lost.

Robbie's concert was at 12 PM! It meant that I could have taped Greasemania!

I'm sulking like Anelka. Yes, Mar. I saw Darius singing Sandy. And boy, did he look yummy!

I'm still wearing his jersey. I cried for two nights after I saw them winning the trophy. I cried for John Terry.

Speaking of Terry, I named a cat at the back of my house Terry. Everytime I called it Terry, it looked! But then, dad showed me that it was expecting more kittens. =S...at least it sounded better than the names my mother wanted to give it [Oatie, Chicago, New York, Gingy, Poodie - don't ask me what the names meant! All I know is that the names of the states come from Beckham's kid!].

Speaking of my mother, she thinks that Cheryl Tweedy from Girls Aloud is her competition. My mum like Ashley Cole, and Cheryl is his girlfriend. So, she is jealous!

Hey, wasn't that OUR work? To be envious of our stars' girlfriends?

My mum is learning all the WRONG THINGS from me.

I'm still in a mini-gloating mood. So, I'll upload this one picture I have been trying to find for ages [2 days is considered ages!]


I have been trying to get this pic of him holding the trophy all to himself, but all I got was Drogba, Robben and the others holding it. Thank God, I found it! And a beautiful one, too! Surprisingly, he seemed to be overshadowed by the others during the trophy celebration. Not many pics of him, this time around. It was a little disappointing for me. Not that I mean I don't like to see the others holding it, but he should be the one holding it as well. At least I have this shot to remind me of what he has done for us [may not be a lot according to some people, but it is a lot to me!]. =)


My poor captain. In crutches. At Mo*Vida nightclub in London. *horrified* Oi, shouldn't you be resting? Bad enough you're injured, you're also berkaki ayam in public! Sigh...get some rest!

I shall go sulk alone in my room now...

*Bluesy* out!