No chance...

You Are The Devil

You don't represent evil, but you do represent the animalistic side of humans. You demonstrate what happens when we listen to our first instincts. At times you tend to be materialistic and hedonistic, giving in to temptation. Admit it, you're guilty of acting first - and forgetting to think later! Your fortune: Right now, you may be having a difficult time as a result of choices you have made. You need to think about what's important in your life, and discover what chains you down. It is the time to acknowledge your faults and take steps to overcome them. It's also the time to let go of any fears or inhibitions that are holding you back.

What Tarot Card Are You?

I have no hope of going to heaven. I'm the DEVIL. I'm no saint, always the sinner. I told you before, and I'm telling you again. Die *bangs head on the wall*!

I think I'm getting meaner by the minute. Someone borrowed my camera [analog one obviously, because I don't trust anyone to operate my new digital camera except myself!] and said that there's a problem with the rewinding thing. Apparently it's taking too long [that, I know] and that the numbers aren't moving back to the start but the rewinding sound is there [that, I don't know]. It was working fine when I wanted to rewind the film which has been sleeping in it for the past one month [much to some people's dismay]. And he's worried that there's something wrong with the film! WTF? You used my camera and you actually have one out of two rolls of film which is okay. Shouldn't you be grateful that you have AT LEAST one film? And my camera which you have used is supposed to be ignored just like that? That's the last time I'm lending anything that's mine to anyone who is SO UNGRATEFUL, IGNORANT, AND SELFISH like that. Extremely made my day so fucked up. Excuse the language.

Everytime I decide to act a little charitable, it somehow backfires and lands straight in the face. Okay, lending my camera to people is not exactly an act of charity. But, due to my extreme stinginess with my belongings [okay, possessiveness really], they're really lucky to actually get it. If I didn't let them borrow it, I'm sure someone in my house would. [Hint: It's not my mum or brother] Go figure.

Your Birth Month is October

You are a natural leader who is able to stand up when no one else can. Strong and powerful, you tend to overshadow those around you. Your soul reflects: Gratitude, comfort, and true love Your gemstone: Tourmaline Your flower: Cosmos Your colors: White and yellow

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

I'm a little bored and frustrated. Go suck on lollipops, you idiotic people who can't ask me ANYTHING about my camera before you borrow. It's not like you've never used it before. You've used it way before you had a camera, right?
If it is spoilt, I'm going to haunt you for the rest of your lives. In your sleep, in your dreams, I'll be your worst nightmare. Wherever you go, I'll follow your every step, making sure you are wracked with guilt. Bwahahaha...

I'm getting paranoid right now. My dad is apparently, feeling a little emo, no thanks to these IGNORANT people. He just got out of his recent bad mood about a week ago. And these idiots have to make our lives more miserable than it already is. Can I go poke their eyeballs already?

*Bluesy* out!

Jinx of the ash blue away jersey? You decide.

Firstly, we drew with Everton. Which mean, there will be a replay of that match! Yay, I hope we trash those stupid Toffees [save Tim Cahill]. Idiots.

I made some interesting observations. Just read them and you decide.

1. We drew Everton 1-1.
That was the same score when we met them during the Premiership match.

2. We played them at Goodison Park.
We played them there during that EPL match.

3. We wore the ash blue away jersey.
The same thing we wore on that earlier match.

4. Everton had some James score for them.
James Beattie scored for the first one, yesterday, they had some James MacFadden scoring for them.

5. Frank Lampard scored for us.
He scored for us the first one, and yesterday he scored! Yippee! Everyday I love him more and more!

6. He also scored the equaliser.
He scored the equaliser during the Premiership match in October. Yesterday, he scored the equaliser that ensured us of a possible chance of winning the FA Cup.

I am telling you, the ash blue away jersey is jinxed. Don't wear it again! And I want to upload the hero's pics. You know who he is.

These boots were made for scoring, that's just what they'll do, one of these days, these boots are gonna score against MU! LOL...


OMG...he looks so much like Robbie Keane here! He looks as though he hasn't eaten for days. So skinny.


Ooh...he looks like a god here! I told my mum that my dad has got legs like Frank Lampard! LOL...

Anyway, to all my Chinese friends: GONG XI FA CAI!!! I want ang pau, ok? Went to Bandar Baru Bangi for Farah's *doa selamat*. They had a water balloon fight. I'm a bit too old for that. And besides, wouldn't it be weird if I was the only aunt who played water balloon fights with the nephews and nieces? My point exactly.

Oh yeah, to my dear Mexxy, if you're reading this I wish you all the best in your future undertakings in New Zealand, don't forget my kiwi fruits, and most important of all:
*JANGAN SAMPAI TUDUNG TERBANG SUDAH!*

LOL...just kidding ok? Take care and keep in touch, okay? And I'm sorry my mum says something about your height. She calls me *hitam*. She's like that. No hard feelings okay?

And apparently, everyone loves the massager at your house, Mexxy! Almost everyone tried it., with Mak Ngah trying it out like about 5 times! LOL...

Enough of crapping already. Mar, *ang pau na lai* [loosely translated: I want ang pau from you]! Hehe...long week of holidays. So bored.

Here's something random about me. If EVER I get a boyfriend, he MUST NOT be suffering from an OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER. I can't breathe in a relationship like that. Suffocating to be in it. And the MOST important criteria of all: he MUST LOVE FOOTBALL! IF EVER, okay? I'm sounding a little PARANOID right now.

Sree, slap me when you meet me sometime for being paranoid. I mean it!

*Bluesy* out!

~And I'm feeling...good~

Yes, people! The super-duper insanely weird Chelsea fan named Rowena is back! To her extremely crazy self! Yay...are you happy for me? Hope you are, because you should. *Whee*! I'm so glad I'm me again! I'm no longer in the *self-destruct* zone. I'm now in the *crazy frog* zone. Sans the flashing of the *thingy*...hehe!

I've gotten over my infatuation of the person I can't get. He is a person I'll watch from afar, since he is just my friend. No more, no less. I swear, I'm okay. Trust me, I told you Chelsea fans get back on their feet faster than you can say: *GLORY, GLORY MAN UNITED*.

I've gotten over my depression, for I know it will only cause me more harm than good. I'm only inflicting pain on myself, and at any moment, I know I'm vulnerable to hit the self-destruct button. Then, you will get to read my posts I type from the asylum. I can't hit the self-destruct button now. When I'm flying high, and I very much want to do well in my second semester exams. So that I can to prove to that b*****d that I AM GOOD FOR SOMETHING! Excuse the language, I only utter profanities when I'm mad.

I've gotten over my sickness, with all these woes finally solved. I was having a bad headache, and had poor appetite. I kept feeling giddy and at one point I nearly threw up in class and fainted. I'm okay now, and I swear I won't try to do anything utterly stupid like that again.

Sylvien told me that she and Adrian spotted a few T-Shirts at KL Sentral, bearing these words:
*SUPPORT MAN UNITED, HATE LIVERPOOL*
*SUPPORT LIVERPOOL, HATE MAN UNITED*
Apparently they wanted to buy it, but it was too big.

Haha...and I told her that yesterday at the Nike outlet in BSC, I saw a grey baby tee with the ManUre logo in the middle and it costs RM 69.90, she said she wanted to buy it! Such a loyal MU fan...a bit crazy.

And I was sending some old photos to Ben, and I told him I didn't want to send one pic because it had my face in it. He said: *So?* and I told him that it's a bit weird. And then he asked me about the pic we took with each other at the HMC BALL. I told him that it was that pic I didn't want to send him, because I didn't like it. He went: *Aiyoh, send it-la!*. My plan backfired! So I had to send that pic where he looked nice and I looked utterly ugly. =S

I downloaded *Your Love Is King* by Will Young, *Reminisce* & *Where the Story Ends* & *We Just be Dreamin'* by Blazin' Squad. Sheer bliss, I tell you. And yes, I think that's what contributed to my happiness. I miss Blazin' Squad...especially Kenzie! Hehehe...

In the words of Simon Webbe from the song *No Worries*:
~I just know your life's gonna change, gonna get a little better, even on the darkest day,
I just know your life's gonna change, gonna get a little further, right until the feelings change~

And did you know, in the song *Why* by Jadakiss which features Lee Ryan in the remix version done by the Kray Twinz, Lee actually sang in Tamil? The song sounds so cool! He rocks! He qualifies as a *macha*. Sylvien, our type! Haha...

*Bluesy* out!

I'm suffering from depression

Well, that's what the Psychiatric Clinic in University Hospital has reported.

Okay, before you get any weird ideas, I have not been admitted into the Psychiatric Ward whatsoever. And, I didn't go to University Hospital to seek a cure for my *so-called* depression.
I passed by that clinic because I wanted to get some info about my research topic. I went to University Hospital because I went for a ear check-up. That's all. No more, no less. And the doctor said I can sleep peacefully tonight because I'm okay. My ears, nose, and throat, that is. My heart? Apparently, no. =S...

Apparently I have friends who are willing to listen to my psychotic problems. I had a nearly 30 minute conversation with one friend. She told me that she missed the happy-go-lucky me. And another friend has said the same thing. Where is this happy little girl I used to know? I have to do a lot of soul-searching to forget this current problem I'm facing.

And I think it's my fault that one friend of mine who consoled me about the problem and had the same problem before, who was on the verge of getting over it, has now reignited the love she had for this guy. And it's all my fault. I hate myself for that.

I cried last night. For some strange unexplainable reason, I cried for YOU. Because YOU are working together with my sworn enemy. How can the person I love work together with the person I hate? I felt so sad when I found out about that. I just cried. It's okay if YOU worked with someone else, but not with that person. Because I don't like her. Neither does she.

I feel a little foolish for crying because of that. But I know you won't understand me. Because I'm unwritten. No one understands me. I'm sorry if for the past one week, I've been complaining about this or the feelings I have. It's very much not me. I want to be that happy little girl I have always been.

Strange enough, my dad asked me this once somewhere last month:
*You used to be so happy before. Now, you're different. Where has that happy little girl I raised gone to?*

I don't know what's happening to me. I am having bouts of depression, not to the extent of trying to slit my wrists. I'm not okay, I promise. But I will get back up on my feet. That's a promise made by a Chelsea fan.

I will try to forget this page of my life and pretended it never happened. But you and I know that it's not possible. Ya Allah, give me the strength I need to overcome this misery.

Here's a bit of good news [I don't intend to frighten you all by posting totally depressing posts]: I bought a new bag! An Adidas one! It's about RM 89.90! But it's worth it, and I LOVE IT! Plus, it's blue [steel blue!]! It rocks! Frankie will be so proud of me. *Blushes* We're going to kick whole loads of Toffees tomorrow. Go Chelsea! Go Frankie!

I am happy now. I promise.

*Bluesy* out!

Random pictures...

I still can't get the feelings I feel for YOU off my chest. Anyway, here's some random pictures to take my mind off YOU. I know, a little bit late right? Sorry, okay?


Us [minus my dad] with the Mahindrans in KLCC. Somewhere in December 2005.


Name me one day you can see a Liverpool fan posing with a Chelsea fan? IMPOSSIBLE RIGHT? Franz and me.


The misadventures of THANK YOU boy and OK girl! Ben and me. I have to deal with the fact I'm shorter than him. Apparently, my mum said I'm standing in a rather awkward position. OMG...I look so skinny here! Probably standing next to him makes me thinner. Hahaha...


The Continuing Misadventures of THANK YOU boy and OK girl! See, now I look taller than him! Haha...Junior Senior. LOL...


I hate this pic because if you look closely, someone stuck five fingers right behind my head. Must be that evil little penguin behind me! Hmph...never trust CHINAMAN [now known as CHINADOLL]! Hahaha...

I'll upload more later...maybe tomorrow. My head's killing me. I think I'm suffering from severe depression. At least that's what I think. I really can't help it. I know I can't have YOU, since YOU'RE with someone else. I know it far too well, but I can't help it. Worse still, I see YOU almost everyday. I really have feelings for YOU. Maybe thru YOU, I can fall in love again. I really love YOU. Only YOU don't see it. My heart is bleeding for YOU. My eyes are crying for YOU. My mind is forever searching for YOU.

Get a grip, Julez. Move on. But how? Writing the lines above were just painful. I felt like I ripped out my heart just to get it across. I have never thought this day would come this soon. I'm trying to forget YOU. But it's impossible. Even you know that fact too well, Mar. You've been down that road before, haven't you?

*HOW DO I GET OVER YOU? HOW DO I SURVIVE LIVING EVERY LIE THAT I KNEW?*

*Bluesy* out!

Things that can contribute to headaches...

1. My mother's extremely insane comments.
She thinks my Chinese neighbour is attracted to my dad. This lady [we call her the egg-lady since she sells eggs], she LOVES giving us things. As in hampers and eggs, and noodles! For no reason at all. The other day, my mum wanted to buy eggs from her, and she told my mum it's free, my mum insisted on paying [free stuff means take-lah, why are you so good?] for it. And she says it's because she like my dad. This is one of the extremely insane comments she made today.

2. My missing Internet Principles textbook.
Well, I bought a new one. The bookshop in front of HMC said the new stock is coming after the Chinese New Year holidays. But when I went to HMC, they had the book! Don't ask me, this place is screwed up. So am I.

3. My LAN group presentation work.
We had to think of three ways to further promote unity in Malaysia. And I'm supposed to present it in front of the class tomorrow! So embarrassing. Why me?

4. My recurring insomnia.
I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. God knows why.

5. My never-ending journey of poking other people's eyeballs.
The feud has GOT to STOP SOON! I can't keep wasting my time playing your [mind] games! I can't deal with it anymore. Sometimes whenever these people pay my family a visit, I just wished I could just vanish into thin air and only reappear when they leave. Enough of all this *double-meaning* conversations you try to get me into! Leave me alone. What have I done to deserve such miseries?

6. I miss YOU.
I'm trying to forget my infatuation for YOU, but I can't do it. I gotta look, but not touch, I want YOU so much, I feel so torn apart. Help. How do I get over YOU?

Heard EVERY DAY I LOVE YOU LESS AND LESS by the Kaiser Chiefs in Jo's car. It rocks! Ben said he hated the song when I said I like it, and then started singing it! Weirdo. I feel like singing this song in someone's face. I really do.

Anyway, I think I can get over YOU. I think, not I can. I really need help.

*Bluesy* out!

Reasons why I'm feeling depressed again!

1. I lost my Internet Principles textbook in the morning! I knew I had it with me on Friday, but now, it's gone! Have to buy a new one! RM 60...I'm going to be VERY, VERY, VERY BROKE.

2. I feel fat. Jen says no, but it's me, and not her. So therefore I am fat.

3. I'm still upset about the draw and the win. I wished for the wrong thing. That's what my mum said. I miss your winning ways.

4. I'm STILL upset over the fact my ex was talking to me. I'm so helpless.

5. I am contemplating to do something SO insane that my mum thinks I'm nuts.

6. Speaking of my mum, she's not allowing me to cut my hair VERY SHORT. Citing the reason that I got a haircut a month ago. And NO, that's not the insane thing I want to do.

7. My parents are not talking to each other. AGAIN. It happens. I'm used to it.

8. I MISS YOU. Though I see you often, I don't get to talk to you so often. THAT really bugs me. *I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do, 'cause I'll never be with you* How true. I really miss you.

And my Psychology lecturer [who was my brother's ex-school principal] told my other Psychology classmates that my dad [Who was, at that time, the PIBG President of my brother's school. Well, until my brother left his school for MRSM Jasin] still calls him *BROTHER* even though he's no longer in the brotherhood. No, not the usual *Yo, brother! Wassup???* thing! He was in the brotherhood for 22 years and then he got married and has two [apparently] cute kids [The way he speaks of them tells me how cute they are. Okay, I've only met the eldest daughter (she's 7) and she's cute!]. So embarrassing. I went: *Oh God!* I really felt like covering my head with a brown paper bag. I told my mum about it, and she laughed. =P Why me?

Oh, I didn't read the newspaper today! No wonder I'm depressed. And my English lecturer hates me. Well, she didn't say it, but you can actually sense it. *Blearh* whatever.

I'm depressed. Should I go back to where I came from? THE INSTITUTE OF THE DEPRESSED AND THE DEPRESSER? Bwahaha...NO.

I think Maniche is cute. Don't ask. And Frank Lampard looks so god-damn skinny! Hasn't he been eating? And Riccy's haircut is so weird! And apparently, if the Chelsea squad don't make it as footballers, the can be either excellent gymnasts or even acrobats! And Pele was there at that match! Did he come to see Frankie play? =P

Oh yeah, the YOU is not my ex. It's someone you all don't need to know. I know it's no use me pining for YOU when I know I can't have YOU.

*And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you...*

I sing that two painstakingly depressing lines to sleep every night. It's so true. And it takes away the pain of not being able to tell YOU how I feel. It really hurts when I see YOU and NOT talk to YOU, not being able to tell YOU how I feel about YOU, everytime we meet. It really does.

I'm depressed, but that doesn't mean you guys should be too. Go lead your happy lives, and not be disturbed by my current manic-depressing moments. I'll be fine, don't worry. Chelsea fans know how to get back on their feet once they fall down. Believe me.

*If only we could live twice, maybe in another life...*

I wished that happened to me, Darius. I really wished it did.


This comforts me. Though his face is blocked by the *Blonde Maradona*, it makes me happy. Slightly maybe.

*Bluesy* out!

I hate English...

Most people I know won't believe the fact I just said I HATE ENGLISH! It's true. Because of Mrs. Chua. She is so god damn cranky [a lot more cranky than Jenny]! My morning just went wrong. I had a bad tummyache, a headache, a fever, and a cough, all in ONE DAY! And I was late because of the fact I was purging the whole day! And she wanted to mark me as absent [she has this rule, where if you come after 15 minutes her class has started TWICE, you're marked as absent!]. And apparently, she saw Ben's book was a second-hand book and had the answers written on it, and she asked us who bought the second-hand books to erase all the answers, if not we're supposed to buy new books! What? Pay another RM30 for this book? No way! And she saw me frantically erasing my book [yes, my book is a second-hand one] and she even took down the names of those who have second-hand books so that she can check whether we've erased the answers or not. Argh...stress of the year! Crazy!!!

Worst still, we drew with Charlton! 1-1! And ManUre beat Liverpool 1-0 thanks to stupid Rio Ferdinand [91st minute? That's not a goal! Only my Robbie Keane can do that stunt!]. And Sylvien had to rub it in by telling me that Lee Ryan is a Charlton fan! We've dropped 7 points already! You pesky Charlton people! Such a nuisance! Oh well, must look forward to the next game which is the FA CUP match against Everton. Yikes! Hope we beat them. Bad enough they beat Arsenal. I hope we kick their stupid bums! Oh no, Tim Cahill! Haha...

*BLUE IS THE COLOUR,
FOOTBALL IS THE GAME,
WE'RE ALL TOGETHER,
AND WINNING IS OUR AIM,
SO CHEER US ON THRU THE SUN AND RAIN,
COS CHELSEA, CHELSEA IS OUR NAME!!!*

I think Theo Walcott is cute. Oh yeah, I've been watching the All-England Badminton Championship last week, and I think Nathan Robertson of England is SO HOT! He rocks! Haha...further proves my infatuation for British men. LOL. He looks like Roger Federer. Well, almost.

And I watched a play titled Baling (Membaling). It was so cool! It was about the Rundingan Baling [and yes, it did involve some throwing!]. They were really awesome, and apparently the three cast members were actually first-timers and they were not really actors [they have ome other job designations]! Salute!

And Ricardo Carvalho got a red card! And the referee was the same one who awarded Cristiano Ronaldo a red card last week at the Stadium of Light! Jinxed, I tell you this referee!

Poor Riccy. And my hands. I took at least 30 minutes to erase all the answers in my textbook. Yes, I did it. My poor aching hands...

*Bluesy* out!

Things I never thought I'd do...

I cried watching a Bollywood movie yesterday. Kal Ho Naa Ho. Worst of all, it's a love movie. I DON'T CRY AT LOVE MOVIES! This is NOT natural. This IS wrong.

Downloaded Duncan's duet with Keedie. *I Believe My Heart*...it really is a beautiful song. The starting of the song, the piano tune really is beautiful. And NO, this doesn't mean I'm starting to like Duncan! Planning to download DJ Sammy's *Heaven*. The Candlelight remix of it is SO beautiful.

And my mother was singing the Chelsea anthem! That *Blue Is The Colour* anthem! She knows the song because it's my ringtone when they [my parents] call. And that's her ringtone when I call her and no one else has that ringtone [so that she knows that her Chelsea crazy daughter is calling]. My mum has betrayed MU! She knows the chorus, and she was happily singing to it!

I forgot to tell you this earlier. I watched Westlife's new videoclip with Diana Ross. And I have to say, I cried listening to it. Not because it was beautiful. I cried because they destroyed a BEAUTIFUL SONG! They made the song sound so weak and tame. It's supposed to be a POWERFUL LOVE SONG. Instead they made it sound so horrible! The fact Diana Ross sung it with them made me feel sorry for her. They made a mockery out of it. Stop doing cover versions already! So annoying.

I've outgrown Westlife already. But I still love Blue! Haha...They're way more original than Westlife, I tell you. But still, nothing beats The Killers and Hoobastank. Hehe...

But, I think George Michael rocks! Yay!

*Bluesy* out!

4 things

FOUR THINGS...

4 jobs you've had in your life:
1. Student
2. Blogger
3. Footballer
4. Brother's plate-washer

4 movies you could watch over and over:
1. LOVE ACTUALLY!!!
2. The Sound of Music
3. Rabun
4. Ocean's 11 and 12.

4 tv shows you love(d) to watch:
1. THE OC
2. Gilmore Girls
3. Mr. Bean [the sitcom and cartoon version...still addicted!]
4. SpongeBob SquarePants, Lilo and Stitch, and X-Men [it's a tie!]

4 places you've lived:
1. My mom's womb
2. KL
3. Madison, Wisconsin [Madison is a lovely name, according to my brother]
4. London, UK [soon!]

4 places you've been on vacation:
1. Singapore
2. San Francisco
3. Chicago
4. Los Angeles

4 places you'd rather be:
1. UK
2. Los Angeles
3. Rome
4. Anywhere else but here...

4 favourite foods:
1. Chocolate Cheesecake from Nikko Hotel!
2. Cadbury's Blueberry flavoured chocolates
3. After Eight chocolate mints
4. Calypso ice cream!

4 websites you visit (almost) daily:
1. Blogger
2. Friendster
3. The Official Chelsea FC Website
4. Yahoo! UK & Ireland

4 tagged:
1. Aimee
2. Jon
3. Sylvien
4. Anyone who wants to be tagged

Got this from Farah who will be going to NZ to study...don't forget my kiwi fruits ok? I'm so mad with certain people. They just go round the bush to get to the point! Can't you just make my life a lot simpler by going directly to the point, and NOT add garnishings to it? Argh...is it any wonder why I'll die fast?

I LOVE GEORGE MICHAEL'S VOICE!!! Okay, I think I've mentioned this like a million times already, but it's true! I think his voice is amazingly sexy! HE ROCKS MY SOCKS! I've downloaded 2 of his songs already, planning to download AMAZING and CARELESS WHISPER later. Oh, I downloaded that anthem already. BLUE IS THE COLOUR [the song rocks. Chelsea anthem!!!]! Haha...I love George Michael's music! Yee-ha!

I'm so frustrated with certain people so much I feel like poking their eyeballs out. I'm mean, I know. But the thing stops now. Don't involve ME in your bloody f**king mind games. Go throw daggers at each other already, instead of trying to push me to throw them for you! Go away...leave me alone! The worst thing is that they're my relatives, and I can't do anything because I'm like the youngest cousin in both sides of my family, while the others are like 40+, so it's best if the young ones keep quiet right? But I can't take it any longer. I hate the fact I have to treat them like they're elder than me when they are the ones acting like immature donkeys! Argh!!!!! Note that these relatives are from my dad's side, not my mum's side. Envious immature donkeys!!!

Enough of that piece of crap I wrote on top. I THINK GEORGE MICHAEL ROCKS! *Whee*!!!

I feel so sorry for Joe Cole. Apparently, he received three death threats. All gory ones.

Two messages warned he would have his throat cut while a third carried a sick drawing of a bloodspattered footballer, it said.

The first was sent with a football playing card. "It said in blood-red ink: 'You are going to have your legs broken, you're going to have your arms broken and you're going to have your throat cut," the mass-circulation daily added.

"Joe took it really seriously, but he did not want to call in the police so he ripped it up and threw it in the bin," the insider explained.

"Yesterday he got a card with message: 'Congratulations on your Retirement.' Inside they'd written a message saying. 'And your f.....funeral."

Scary, right? Poor Joe. You idiots, leave him alone! And apparently MU have some *rat trouble*! They're cute! Arsenal lost to Everton 1-0. Big game tonight. MU and Liverpool. Hope they draw! Chelsea and Charlton tonight. Charlton are going to pay for knocking us out of the Carling Cup! Stupid! Go on, the mighty Blues! I'm always behind you!

*Bluesy* out!

I'M DYING...

I think I'll die of AT LEAST 4 diseases. HEART ATTACK, LUNG CANCER, OSTEOPOROSIS, and BRAIN TUMOUR. I'M SERIOUS.

All this while I feel a sharp pain in my head. It's a daily thing, and with this recent head-bump I acquired a day before the New Year, I think the pain has escalated to a new level. I still have it now. In the afternoon, I took a Panadol and went to sleep until 6:30 p.m.!

And this made my headache worse. A conversation with my ex. Like a 10 minute chat online.

X: How are you?
Me: Err...I am fine.
X: So what are you doing now??
Me: Talking to you.
Me: Apparently.
X: No...I mean like are you studying now or what?
Me: No, I am confined in my house...
Me: To the four walls of my room.
Me: Doing nothing.
X: Lazing around at home, as usual.
Me: Yeah, that's what I do best in your eyes.
X: It's just a joke.
Me: It is for you I suppose.
Me: Whatever.
X: What?
Me: What?
X: What what?
X: Are we speaking in French...
X: Or English?
Me: Duh...we're speaking in Spanish.
Me: Haha.
X: I can't understand. There's something wrong with the touchpad.
X: I don't understand what you said.
Me: What part of what I said you don't understand?
X: "It is for you I suppose"...
Me: Oh, it means that what you said may seem to be a joke for you, but not for me.
X: Okay, I said something wrong. I'm sorry.
Me: Nevermind.
Me: I take insults very lightly.
Me: Going offline now.
Me: Bye.


Great. I have a stalker. Bugger off already! LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY! WEREN'T YOU THE ONE WHO SAID YOU DIDN'T WANT TO BE FRIEND ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME TOO MUCH TO BE YOUR FRIEND? WHEN ARE YOU EVER GOING TO LEAVE ME ALONE??? DON'T MAKE MY LIFE MORE COMPLICATED THAN IT ALREADY IS. I HAVE MY LIFE, I'M LIVING IT THE WAY IT SHOULD BE. SO, DO ME A FAVOUR ALREADY, WILL YOU? JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. DON'T TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY AGAIN. I CAN'T AFFORD TO DEAL WITH THE RAIN AGAIN. I'M BEGGING YOU ON BENDED KNEES.

Just when you think one problem is already solved, another one pops up like a mushroom after the rain!

I need a hug. Anyone will do. I'm not picky. But not you, X. You can scamper off already now. Au revoir. Don't try to be nice with me. I tried, but you and your ego said no. Don't try it with me, because my superego has landed and said NO! Funny thing is, Sree told him that I am busy with my studies and all, why is he asking me ultimately stupid questions? Oh, I tried to be as blunt as possible, by the way. He deserved every amount of my intolerable and unbearable bluntness for making remarks like that. SERVES YOU RIGHT! I hate everything about you. Everyday I love you less and less. Remember that.

Oh, I hate that referee who gave Arjen Robben a red card. It's not like he went to assassinate the Sunderland fans or what. Still, I think the rules should be changed. Period. Apparently, I found out that the only thing that makes me smile and happy [make that sugar-high happy] is one man. FRANK LAMPARD. No one else. =P...

I just think he looks godly in every picture that I've seen of him. Err, with the exception of the bloody and bandaged head pictures of him. That just made me cry my eyeballs out. I hope he scores for us against Charlton this weekend. I'll be the happiest person on Earth. And I'll be even more happier IF LIVERPOOL AND MANCHESTER UNITED DRAW THIS WEEKEND. Adrian said the score will be LIVERPOOL 9 MANCHESTER UNITED 0. With Gerrard, Garcia, and Morientes all scoring hattricks. Haha...you think so too? I hope the draw 0-0. That way, we'd extend the lead in the Premiership. Hahaha...

But seriously people, I need a hug. I want anyone to give me a hug, before I die of brain tumour [touch wood: I'm not actually diagnosed with it, but I'm just making an assumption that I am suffering from it]. Hug me, anyone?

*Bluesy* out!

Some news

Good news is: I'M NOT DEAD.
Bad news is: I'M NOT HAPPY.

You know how I've always said I'm happy being the single me? Well, before you get any wrong ideas, I am happy. But it's just that I feel like I'm lacking something. LOVE. From all angles. Family, friends, everyone else. I just feel like as though I'm unwanted or something that tantamounts to that. I feel so...LONELY and EMPTY.

But anyway, nothing much has happened in the past few days. On Tuesday, I realised I HAD to take Islamic Studies this semester since it's not offered the next one, but only in OCTOBER. On Wednesday, I went to register that subject at KPD [since the enrolment date was finished, but we could still add/drop subjects]. And I got in! I didn't put on a puppy face and got it, I just went in there and told them the situation and in less than 30 minutes, I have enrolled myself for Islamic Studies. I played Monopoly and I came in second to Ben [He had $ 2673 while I had $ 2662...argh! CHINAMAN IS ALL ABOUT MONEY! Bwahaha!] On Thursday, we formed a new club. I don't know how I got myself sucked into this mess, but since I'm already in it, I must play my part. Quite interesting really. Won't reveal anything here, after people I know will know and tell the other people involved in this thing, and then POOF! THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG! I am going wacky currently.

*Dear Jeevan, thank you for advising me yesterday. I miss you. I feel better now, thank you.*

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for. I am not happy, but you won't get to see these tears I cry, behind these brown eyes. I am not the person you used to know. I bruise easily, but you don't see the scars I hide inside of me. You won't get to...because I always have my strongest suit on.

I miss my *husband*. Period. Start scoring for me, okay? I'll be okay by then. I miss seeing him in the newspapers. Faster-lah score goals for me!!!

*Bluesy* out.

I have a dream...

I dream of dyeing my hair but my mother is afraid my dad will scold me for it. I shall try my 'reverse psychology', better known as THE ART OF SUCKING UP [bodek-lah!] with my father.

And here's an interesting conversation I had with the family yesterday during dinner.

Time: 9 p.m.
Place: Dinner table

Dad: *Upon seeing eyelash curler on the dining table, puts on an angry face* What is that? Is that the eyebrow cutter?
Me: *Feeling guilty and afraid* No, it's an eyelash curler.
Mum: To make eyelashes curly.
Dad: Oh. I thought it was an eyebrow cutter. My eyebrows there a bit too long. It disturbs me when I'm doing work.
Me: You ask abang, he used it. He wants to be the metropolitan man.
Mum: Metrosexual-lah!
Me: I told him, he don't want to listen.
Mum: *Looks at brother* Come, I do facial for you. See you face your dirty.
Brother: Don't want-lah! I got the scrub, I can do myself.
*At this moment brother takes the eyelash curler and curls his hair*
Mum: Haha! Try curling your nose with it. Then get sharper nose.
Me: You destroyed my nose! It was supposed to be sharp, but now it looks half-sharp!
Brother: Ya!

My family is weird. Metropolitan man, haha! I tried out Dreamweaver today. It's really cool! Now I have to think of a title for the site [it's worth 20% for my Internet Principles assessment]. Die! Playing Taboo again was fun! We beat Jonathan's team! =P...

And my English lecturer called me Yasmiza! Even with Materlline telling her that my name is Rowena, she kept on calling me Yasmiza! First week she called by my name, now she calls me by someone else's name? Aiyoo...this is bad.

I'm in Group B for my Malaysian Studies lessons. Thank God, Su Tze and Kylie are with me. My classes are on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Thank God it doesn't clash with anything.

And we beat Sunderland 2-1! What a score! Goals from Hernan Crespo and Arjen Robben. The referee was unfair towards Robbie! He got booked and we ended up with 10 men! So unfair! What's wrong with celebrating with the visiting fans anyway? It's not like he was celebrating with Sunderland fans. At least it's not as revolting as Francesco Totti's goal celebration of a woman delivering a baby. He put the ball under his shirt and laid on the ground and then took the ball out using his hand! Eew...that's just gross. What Robben did was clearly not wrong! Poor Robbie...

I shall upload one pic, since I can't find any nicer ones.

Hey, all of them copied my pose! =P COPYCATS!

Eh, Mar. JT never score, no hattrick, and a red card? WELCOME TO THE INSTITUTE OF THE DEPRESSED AND THE DEPRESSER. Bwahahaha...

*Bluesy* out!

I hope...

I have to transfer my clothes into the new wardrobe which came in today [After one month? I have no idea why my dad insisted the furniture man to come one month LATER!] right now, but I'll take some time to do what I love best [apart from SLEEPING and BEING OBSESSED]...blogging.

As we all already know, ManUre lost to Manchester City 3-1. And the best part of all, Cristiano Ronaldo got sent off! Bwahaha...

Take that, you faker! Bwahahahaha...

And Liverpool beat Spurs [aww, no!] thanks to Harry Kewell. While Arsenal beat [trounced/trashed more like it!] Middlesborough 7-0! Henry scored a hattrick!

Mar is slightly depressed because Peter Crouch didn't score for her [it seems]. So for her sake, I hope John Terry will score for us against Sunderland tonight. And she's hoping Frank Lampard will do a Thierry Henry tonight. I hope so too...IMPOSIBBLE IS NOTHING anyway! Hehehe...please, score a hattrick for me and that new inmate of the INSTITUTE OF THE DEPRESSED AND THE DEPRESSER, Mar. Hehe...

Anyway, I have to go now. I have to finish transferring my clothes to the new wardrobe! Argh...I wonder how long it'll take me to clean it up, because I have to pack my bags for classes tomorrow. Worse still, my mum has a doctor's appointment at 8 a.m. so we have to leave the house extra early [Usual days when we're supposed to leave at 7:30 a.m., we'll leave the house at 7:45 a.m.! Extremely late!]. I wish my classes weren't as early as 8 a.m.! I'm not a diurnal person. I'm more of a nocturnal person. Mar says I'm an *afternoon-al* person. Bah!

*Bluesy* out!

Lee Ryan helps...

Here's a fact I discovered today while trying to outdo my *karaoke-lady* neighbour.

Don't turn on THE KILLERS. Instead turn on LEE RYAN.

She kept singing even with my radio volume put to the maximum! And that was with Brendan Flowers singing! It didn't stop! I got damn pissed off I put on LEE RYAN'S *JUMP* and repeated that one track for at least 2 hours. And what do you know? IT WORKED! SHE INSTANTLY STOPPED SINGING!

But the question is: WHY LEE RYAN AND NOT THE KILLERS? They are way louder than him! Stupid lady.

For the past one week of college, my classes end at 3:30 p.m. and everytime I come home, I would just lie on the recliner and fall asleep. And I'd wake up at around 7 p.m.! How am I ever going to lose weight? I'm going to end up fat, ugly, and unwanted. Boo-hoo!

And...I'm on the verge of finishing my English homework! Yay!

Manchester City beat Manchester United 3-1! Yay, for the people in blue!

*Bluesy* out!

Yay...

I finally solved my woes! Yippee! Just glad...this thing has kept my mind so worked up, I just remembered I haven't finished my English homework...*sobs* If I don't get it done by Monday, she'll deduct marks from our homework assessment! Will update later...Ooh, we're playing Sunderland tomorrow! Go Lions...roar! Hehe...

*Bluesy* out!

Don't know...

I don't know what's wrong with my PC! I should join Caroline Celico at the *INSTITUTE OF THE DEPRESSED AND THE DEPRESSER*, like what Aimee said. Argh...my PC is driving me into depression and insanity. Help [figures why I'm enrolled in HELP UNIVERSITY COLLEGE anyway, I need all the help I can get!].

*Bluesy* out!

Trying...

Still trying to blog from my PC. Can't work...this is rubbish. Why is God being unfair to me????? I think the best way for me is that I type on my PC and any form of editing will be done on my brother's PC. When he's not at home, of course. And of course, until the problem is resolved. I need help. Anyone can help me? I can type but the toolbar can't be seen. I can see it clearly on my brother's PC, but not here. Is my PC infected? Argh...help me!!!

Finally! I CAN BLOG!

I can't seem to blog from my PC! Everytime I try to blog, it says *ERROR ON PAGE*. So I think I'll have to blog using my brother's computer for the time being, which means I won't be able to blog on the weekends, until I find out what the hell is wrong with my Blogger! I can't see anything! Argh...so frustrating! Bet's it's time I changed to something else. Maybe Xanga or BlogDrive. Don't know why Blogger is being mean to me! On my PC that is. And on my brother's PC, I can't upload pictures I save in here! Tension!!!

Speaking of being highly frustrated, my stupid [I mean it, I don't care! Read and see what I mean] buyer is the first person who made me frustrated. I was on the verge of getting RM 74 for myself, but instead returned home with RM 45. He was so god damn fussy! He took my Computer Concepts textbook [simply because it was wrapped and in good condition, because my mum took the trouble to wrap the book for me and I handle my books with tender, loving care (TLC)] and my Finite Maths textbook! He even had the audacity to ask me why was the Finite Maths textbook was a photocopied version instead of being an original one! I told him [AGAIN] that it was just a recommended textbook and Mr. Chen and Ms. Chia don't even use it. The IMPORTANT books were not purchased! THE 3 LAB HANDBOOKS was shot down because he could buy them [it's going to be a photocopied version if he's planning to buy them himself anyway!] and it was photocopied. THE MANUAL [also known as MR. SIVA'S BIBLE] was neglected simply because it was highlighted and had some IMPORTANT scribblings on it [I even told him that it was for his own benefit with all the highlighted and writings on it!] and was torn at the back [not that big and obvious, if you asked me!]. AND THE ORIGINAL INTERMEDIATE ENGLISH TEXTBOOK [I bought this at the original price!] was shown the door because it wasn't wrapped and had some answers on it and that he could buy it himself! How come my friends got incredibly good and tolerable clients [Ben's client was so sweet, and even Su Tze's one was so nice!] whereas I got a client who wore a PINK AND BLUE SHIRT who is really idiotic? What the hell? And he had the nerve to say: *IF I WANT THE BOOKS, I'LL COME TO YOU*! I was in a serious mood for slapping idiots this morning. Durga saw how extremely upset I got with this idiot. I'm so in the mood to kill someone! Him preferably because he wore PINK AND BLUE! What kind of idiot wears that? Oh, I forgot. MY STUPID BUYER! Argh...I never should've trusted people who wear PINK AND BLUE! Argh! Such a pathetic moron. If he intends to buy the books from me, I'll tell him that I sold it all. Serves him right! Real la-la [I learnt a new word! Yay!] !

I'm not in the mood to type nice things, because I am in the mood to destruct something and slap idiots! I need to get Blogger to work on my PC!

*Bluesy* out!

I've broken one of my resolutions already.

Guess which one it is? If you guessed the one about the new eating regime thing, congratulations! You scored 100 points! I went to Malacca today to give a few things to Mr. Mahindran who will be leaving on the 13th of January. So we went to Malacca. First stop, Mahkota Parade. I bought a few things for Su Tze, Yas and Kylie. Kylie bought me a packet of murukku [Or something of that sort! It's some kind of crackers. That's all I can tell you] from Kedah! She has been buying me things everytime she goes somewhere [IKEA included]. Before this she bought me a colourful pen where you can change the colours [the ones school bookshops used to sell], then she bought me my first anklet [and it was blue!], and then she bought those cute little finger puppets from IKEA. She's so thoughtful...sometimes I feel like kicking myself in the backside for not being considerate and actually take some time to actually buy something for them. So today I got something for them today. And as I was taking the pricetags off, I remembered I owe Ben RM 2.10 [still money, okay?]! I forgot to get him something! But seriously, what do you buy for a guy who is nearing 20 this year, but acts like a 10 year old child [Speaking of which, I found out that I have the mental age of a 10 year old! No surprise, eh?]?

Next stop, Ujong Pasir. The house had a dog named Britney [looks like her though!]. It's pretty smart. Everytime they chain it and put it in the cage, it somehow manages to slip out and sit in front of the door! Then, we went to Bukit Bruang, to Mr. Lingam's house for lunch. Then came back to KL and headed straight to Kepong to Uncle Yahaya's house. Had an early dinner there. I'm getting fatter. Boo-hoo. Not to worry, there's always Zone Smoothie Bar. Hahaha...

Speaking of that place, we got a coupon where if you manage to collect eight stamp marks on the coupon you get a free smoothie. Roya and I got stopped by the waiter there, and he told us that we weren't charged the student price [but we were charged the normal 10% discount for students], so he gave us another coupon each with two stamp marks on it [the first one we got only one stamp mark]! This is weird. Mar thinks the guy was trying to hit on us. I disagree. Who would want to hit on an ordinary and plain-looking psychotic and deranged girl like me? They probably must be either desperate, or he must be mad. Tell me, who would want me?
I don't think even HE would want this shortie. That's me, by the way. In case you didn't already know. I look so skinny then. *Frowns* I want to go back looking like that!

Here's a fact. Jose Mourinho will turn 43 on the 26th of January! Sad news is that HERNAN CRESPO wants to leave the Bridge! And the worst part of all, is that JM says that if anyone wants to leave the Bridge, they can do so! Not CRESPO! Get rid of HUTH!!!!! Argh...so angry!

*Bluesy* out!

Word of advice: PINK and BLUE don't go together.

First day of 'serious' learning. English lesson was okay. At first, she couldn't remember our names because she left her file somewhere. So she had to GUESS our names, and the first name she guessed [correctly], surprisingly, was mine. I think it's either because my name is pretty unique for a Malay girl, OR, it's because I WAS LATE FOR THE FIRST ENGLISH CLASS ON THURSDAY. Probably the latter, I say. Then, went to register for my LAN subject [Malaysian Studies]. If you think that you got an A for your PMR or SPM HISTORY paper, and you CAN actually ace this subject, THINK AGAIN. Most of my friends who sat for it before me [the classes were full, so I couldn't register the first time around] got either a P [pass] or a C! And poor Ben got an F! In the whole list, I only saw one student who actually got an A. I kid you not. Thank God, Kylie registered for me. At first my number was some 1161, and the current number was 1060! That was like 101 numbers to go! And I had a class at 10 a.m.! I asked the people at the Registry whether my friend could register on my behalf. She said yes, so I gave it to Kylie and Su Tze because they had no lessons. Internet Principles lab lesson was cut short since we couldn't do anything. I met my buyer. He was wearing a PINK and BLUE shirt! Oh the horror! Blue and pink DO NOT go together! I shall not criticise his fashion sense whatsoever. He's kind of picky if you ask me. He got so shocked when I said my Finite Maths textbook was a photostated copy, and not the original one. Mr. Chen or Ms. Chia doesn't use the book, so he wouldn't care what version you have. The original version or even photostated version. He told me to bring the book on Wednesday, for him to see it. Hmph...and I thought I was picky. We found a new hangout apart from Ali Maju today! It's called the ZONE SMOOTHIE BAR! The LEMON LIME FROSTIE sends you straight to heaven! It is a must-try. I have been eating UNHEALTHILY all this while. Yay, I shall have fruits for lunch! That is my New Year's resolution, and I'm sticking to it!

I wished that when I ask people questions, I get a direct answer. Not give me a vague and unclear reply. Like when I ask: *What did you have for lunch?*, don't reply me: *Food*. Or even when you know I'm going to meet you in college and I ask you where, don't answer me: *IN COLLEGE* [Note: This is NOT directed to my college friends]. Be specific, people!

This thought has been playing repeatedly on my mind for the past one week. I don't tolerate people who are fake. You know, the type who are just nice to you when they want something from you, and then think you're dirt the next day they don't need you. The type who put on a different face for others: nice for people they want to be nice with, and ugly for people for people they want to project their extreme ugliness. They say that people born in the month of October lie but DON'T pretend. It's true. I lie about certain things, but I don't pretend to like them. I dislike people taking advantage of you when you're at your weakest. I hate people who go round telling bad lies about you behind your back and act all so saintly in front you. When I'm angry with something, I don't keep it in, I show it. I have been blessed with weird genes. My mum keeps it in, and my dad gives us the cold shoulder when they're angry. Me? I try to keep it in, but I realise that it only makes me unhappy and leave me with suicidal thoughts. So, I let it out. Which also leaves me with the SAME suicidal thoughts running around in my playground kind of mind. Either way breaks me. I don't know what to do. Sometimes, it'll be a lot better if I ceased to exist.

Enough of that. I want to put something pics up.

I'm in LOVE...with his super-duper sharp nose. Haha...


Stupid idiot! How dare you touch Frank's face??? For that, I shall give you 20 slaps, and make you do ear-squats! Bwahaha...stupid idiot! I HATE YOU, CRISTIANO RONALDO!!!!!!!


Silence, you imbecile! Immature and Idiotic, that's what you are. Bwahaha...Jeevan, that was meant for you, by the way. This pic was the one he scored the first goal against Liverpool. The one we beat them 4-1 on the 2nd of October, 2005 [4 days before my birthday, a considerably early birthday gift! THANK YOU!]. *KITA KASI BOO SAMA ITU PENYOKONG MU TAK MATANG TU...BOO!!!!!!* Haha...enough of irritating you already. Yawn...bored of it.

*Bluesy* out for the night!

Things that me happy today!

1. Seeing Frank Lampard on video! Bwahaha...I even put this as my display name on MSN!
*RowenaRyDeRZ*: *Watching Frank Lampard...[dreamy eyes & gorgeous smile!] haha!* -the OBSESSED one-
I was HAPPY! You may not be happy, but I am and that's what matters most! =P
Idiotic and immature MU fans are advised to stay quiet in order to save their backsides from being kicked continuously from Chelsea fans who seem to be dominating this blog.

2. I made orange juice today! Now, some of you who know the fact that I DON'T like to engage myself in domestic chores like cooking and the like. But what I really like to do in the kitchen is making orange juice. ONLY THAT. I am happy, just by peeling the orange skin and putting the oranges into the juicer, and the other things that come into making fresh orange juice. Only thing is that my mum cuts them, then only I can peel them. Today, I made the juice really fast! I beat my own record I set before this! Hehe!

3. I ate ice-cream! I'm going to end up being a pig. Boo-hoo!

4. My potential textbook buyer wants to buy my textbooks! Yay! I need the cash badly. What for? Why should I tell you?

5. I changed the song. I put Lee Ryan's *JUMP*! I asked people to check it out, but they can't hear it! I can though. Hehe...might change it. I need help!

6. Someone [apart from Miera, obviously!] finally agreed that some MU fans are idotic and immature [read: Jeevan]. Haha...thank you, Neil! See, Jeevan? The more you criticise Frank, the more you are considered immature by me! And you say he sounds old. Bah, you idiot! He's so mature!

7. I saw Swarna in the newspaper today! Haha...bet you thought I missed it, didn't you? And I saw my 'TWIN' in the BRATs pullout today! She looked as though she had a good time eating. Haha...

8. Chelsea beat Huddersfield 2-1. Not great, but at least we won. Goals from Carlton Cole and Eidur Gudjohnsen [who was our skipper for the day!]. We rock! Yeah, go CHELSEA!

I wish my mother would be quiet when she watches football. So noisy. She's watching some Malaysian League game [good heavens, I don't even watch it!] and she is SO NOISY! Terrible!

*Bluesy* out!

5 songs currently playing in my head...

1. Jamelia - Thank You
This song just suddenly reappeared in in my mind. I remember this song because I saw the video clip like ages ago. It is a song that made me see the stronger side that shields my weaknesses. The imperfections, the flaws, the plastic side of my smile. The fragile side that can be mended through time [in my case, it took me one day to realise the biggest mistake I made in my life was to fall in love with a liar...after eight bloody months, stupid of me eh?]. I got stronger through this experience. So, thank you, you liar. I will need more time for myself to actually believe in the fact I might fall in love with someone who loves me unconditionally, not because he can get a trophy girlfriend for him to parade around to his friends, or just add me to a string of his other girlfriends. JERK!

2. Boyzone - Picture of You
Okay, this song is way outdated for some of you, but this song is one of my personal favourites. Not because it was featured in that BEAN movie [Though I admit I enjoy sitting in front of the TV watching Mr. Bean doing silly things! What? I like watching Mr. Bean! He's amazingly silly and makes me laugh all the time!], but the lyrics mean a lot to me. Della, aren't you happy I'm saying something nice about your *FAVOURITE BAND OF ALL TIME*? Boo-ya!

3. Lee Ryan - Miss My Everything
Before anyone starts commenting on how I am so obsessed about him, here's the thing. This song is so jazzy, and cool! I want someone to sing this song to me. I'm not kidding. I want someone to tell me how much I mean to them. Sing it to me! I mean it! Haha...

4. The Killers - Everything Will Be Alright
This is one of favourites from the HOT FUSS album. It's just a beautiful song. Oh yeah, despite the fact this song is slow, it's good enough to keep that pesky and annoying karaoke lady quiet for a week! Bwahaha...take that, you psycho woman!

5. Blue - Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word
I need this song for valid reasons. Too personal to disclose it here. For all your stupid mistakes, this is the song you need.

Enough of that rubbish. I was bored, so I went to the MSN Spaces, and I was reading Owen's posts. And I went to the England site, and you know the rest. Reading all the players' profiles. And then I went to read his profile [I'm bored, sue me!], and then decided to see the videos. And then I realised, he sounds like JAMIE OLIVER [By the way, I don't want to learn how to cook from him already because yesterday, he made squid and pork! No longer inspired to cook!]! So sexy! I'm starting to sound very weird, so spare me the brickbats and the chainsaws, for God's sake. And yeah, he sounds very matured. Bwahaha...put the knives, daggers, chainsaws and the likes down already, people! *I'll see you in my dreamtown* He's staying with Chelsea, which obviously means...he's not going to Barca!!!!!!!!

And I think our latest signing, Maniche looks like Daniel Bedingfield. See for yourself!

Okay, I know I'll probably get a slap from Lysa now, but he does look like Daniel right? It's okay if you don't agree. Most people don't agree with my insane ideas. Oh, we're playing Huddersfield tonight. Hope we beat them! Go my lions! ROAR!!! Mar, he's your new number 7! =P

I have got to stop doing that. And here's a bit of good news to cheer myself up: Jonathan got me a buyer! He's supposed to SMS me. He meaning the buyer, that is. I need the cash.

*Bluesy* out!

Blearh...

Blearh to a first week of college. Everything was just...sickening. Not the people, of course. I miss seeing my friends and lecturers. And watching CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN 2 with them proves it. I hope that by next week, things will be sorted out.

I had Internet Principles today. Was late. And Mr. Siva asked me how many HDs I got for my finals. When I said 3, he asked what subject I lost out on, and I said Maths and I got a CR for it, he just went: *A CR is so far from HD. At least get DI never mind!*...my luck, I suppose.

I need to sell my textbooks. Anyone interested can contact me. You know where to find me.

And here's an interesting piece of news. I bought myself the December issue of EPL. Which had him in the Adidas advert. IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING. Bwahaha.

Will try to write something tomorrow. I'm just so tired. I've been having splitting headaches all week.

*Bluesy* out!

Ever heard of a masturbating 5 year old?

Okay I'm not turning into some HORNY and DERANGED WOMAN. This is what I learnt in my Psychology class. Pretty interesting. I was late for my English class. My English teacher is quite nice. She made us introduce ourselves and draw this timeline of events that circulated in our lives from the time we were born till now. I think I'll be taking Principles of Accounting next semester since it's being offered then. Which means, I can do Internet Principles this semester. Pray for me that I get to do it.

We were supposed to have our Critical Thinking Skills tutorial today, but since we haven't learnt anything yet, there's no way we're doing tutorial! So we went for a movie in GSC MIDVALLEY. Guess what movie we watched? CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN 2. I have to say the movie was fun, despite the fact I saw that stick insect of a Hilary Duff. She looks so frail and fragile, she might break. I was pretty scared because I told my parents my classes end at 5 p.m.! Thank God, Jo Weng manage to make it before 5 p.m.! When we went there, I followed Eddie. He brought me, Sylvien, Su Tze, and Materlline. In the parking lot, we created a scene. We lost the parking ticket! Or so we thought. We checked the car in and out. Much to our joy, it was safely hidden by the side of Eddie's seat. In total, there were 11 of us. Priya, Roya, Ranchithaa, Su Tze, Sylvien, me, Eddie, Adrian, Materlline, Jo Weng, and Jonathan. I saw Kaka in the Adidas billboard. And Sylvien says she just realised how cute Wayne Rooney is when she saw his face on the NIKE billboard. Blearh! I think the *Baby-faced Assassin* is cute. Bwahaha.

Spurs beat Manchester City 2-0! Goals coming from Mido and ROBBIE KEANE! Okay, I admit. I adore that *I-CAN-DO-CARTWHEELS-AND-SHOOT-PEOPLE-AFTER-I-SCORE-GOALS* guy. I really like his goals, and the way he celebrates them. And here's another thing. I used to like Irish men [due to the weird fact I loved WESTLIFE at one point of my life!]. Which is why I like Robbie Keane. =P... go ahead. Laugh your heads off already!

Speaking of Spurs, whatever happened to that Helder Postiga guy anyway? The last I heard was that he got dropped. People say it was due to the fact he scored against England in the quarterfinals of EURO 2004. Anyone can fill me in?

Jay, you may say some relatively stupid and insensitive things to me at times, but know this fact: I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU THE WAY I LOVED YOU WHEN WE WERE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. We may have changed, but we're still the same. You get my point. Thanks for everything, eventhough I've known Mar for 15 years now, and you for 5 years.

And Mar, thanks for last night. Feel a wee bit relieved already. Kisses for you! I love you...as a friend, ok? Bwahaha...

*Bluesy* out!

ZERO...

ZERO...that is the chances of me garnering a HD for PRINCIPLES OF ACCOUNTING. I have to drop Internet Principles due to the fact it clashes with my English and Psychology class. Damn it, I need a hug. From anyone.

Even after watching WALLACE AND GROMIT: THE CURSE OF THE WERE-RABBIT, buying myself AFTER EIGHT CHOCOLATE MINT THINS, and getting a new BLUE cover for my sickeningly old NOKIA phone, I felt like unhappy. The fact that I was wearing my new Frank Lampard jersey [the long sleeved one] made me slightly happy. Despite the fact it was oversized and made me look like Ricardo Carvalho. The only consolation of the day was seeing his face in the Adidas advert in the December issue of EPL again. The only thing that makes me HAPPY is YOU. You know very well who you are. MU and Arsenal drew 0-0 in the match earlier this morning. That is another consolation for me.

I don't want to Principles of Accounting is because of one person: MY DAD. I just don't want to take it up, but I have no other choices left, so I have to do it. I DON'T WANT TO DO PRINCIPLES OF ACCOUNTING AGAIN!!!! God damn it, I need a hug now. I'm so frustrated. Stupid HMC! Can you make my life any more miserable than it already is?

*UNIVERSITY OF ACHIEVERS*, it seems. More of the *UNIVERSITY OF UNORGANISED PEOPLE*. Bah, I'm studying there, whether I like it or not. I have to deal with it.

I need to cry now. I should be fine soon. If not, don't worry. I won't be dead. I'm going to be around here, somewhere. More importantly, I need a hug.

Sad little girl named *Bluesy* out!

Guess who made me happy last night?

MY HUSBAND! [Hey, we have a certificate to prove we're already married! Go see my profile. Scroll down and you won't miss it!]. =D

Before you get any negative thoughts all running through your minds, here's what he did that made me HAPPY!

He scored against his former club, West Ham United!!! The first goal of the match!

Okay, shall post up another one because that *jinx minx* has been grumbling on how I seem to enjoy posting up my husband's pic more than John Terry. Hmph...not my husband!

Nah, Mar! DROOL OVER THIS PIC OF YOUR SUGAR! You see, Cech looks so nice here! I like this pic because Frank looks so god-damn HOT! Bwahaha...Happy, you *jinx minx*?


So HOT! Cheekiest look ever! I love you...*slaps self for acting all mushy in cyberspace*


Me and Mar -the jinx minx-: "All together now, say *KITA KASI BOO SAMA ITU WEST HAM UNITED!*...haha!" Woo-hoo! See the word *HAMMERS* at the back! BOO! Haha...just so happy when he scored, so much, I wore blue to college again. I didn't wear his jersey because I didn't want jinx his scoring skills again. But I shall wear it later! =D

Okay, enough of uploading his pics. I shall upload some other pics involving the other Chelsea players, who beat West Ham United 3-1! Yay...we won all our holiday fixtures! Yippee!

The other scorers of the day, Hernan Crespo and Didier Drogba. Crespo scored just seconds after he was brought into the game! And DD scored the crucial goal! I call it crucial because I don't think West Ham could make a comeback like that Istanbul's '6 MINUTES OF MADNESS'.


JM calls Eidur Gudjohnsen the 'blonde Maradona'! Haha...he's one of my favourite blondes [I don't that many favourite blondes, by the way. Let me see...1...2...3...4! Only four favourite blondes in my list. And NO, David Beckham's not on the list!]


Mar thinks they look gay here. Ricardo Carvalho and Frank Lampard. Riccy is so skinny! Can I throw some of my fat to him? I wish Frank would start scoring more goals and that he'll win the GOLDEN BOOT this season instead of that STUPID RUUD VAN HORSE-FACE! Bah...and I wish that MU lose when they meet ARSENAL [we Londoners must support fellow Londoners, even we don't like them]. Haha...


Yay, finally! A pic of the 3 scorers together! Didier Drogba, Frank Lampard and Hernan Crespo celebrating Crespo's goal!

Okay, enough of uploading pictures of them. I went to college today at 7:50 a.m., knowing very well that the Registry opens at 9 a.m.! We had no transport again, so we had to go with my brother who had to go to work early, because he wanted to avoid the jams caused by those over-concerned parents whose children just started Standard 1. Bless! Had to wait...so to keep myself less bored, I went to check my results on the results board, and the grouping for the next semester. Then waited for Su Tze to enrol our subjects and pay the fees, and get the timetable. The timetable is god-damn screwed. I was supposed to take INTORDUCTION TO HUMAN COMMUNICATION but it clashed with my PSYCHOLOGY FOR PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT class. The Human Communication class on that day is for 3 hours! 3 SOLID HOURS? I can't even sit still for even 50 minutes, how do you expect me to sit there for 3 hours? I'll die of boredom! So I changed it with INTERNET PRINCIPLES. Until my mother pointed out something I really didn't see earlier. My English class on Tuesday clashes with my Psychology class on the same day. Damn! And they call it *THE UNIVERSITY OF ACHIEVERS*! More of *THE UNIVERSITY FOR THE ABSOLUTELY DERANGED AND MENTALLY UNSTABLE*! Bah...I wished they get it sorted out as soon as possible. My dad suggested I take up PRINCIPLES OF ACCOUNTING. No way! I suffered with that stupid subject I amazingly got an A2 for my SPM for 2 bloody years. I'm sure he'd be happy if I took it again, because he can teach me AGAIN! I HATE ACCOUNTS! Argh...and Yas said she bought me something from her trip to Indonseia during our three week break. People are being so nice to me. You know why? I'm a very nice person. CHELSEA FANS ARE THE NICEST PEOPLE YOU'RE EVER GOING TO MEET IN LIFE! Hahaha...

Went to Ampang by taxi, and the driver tried to cheat us! It's a good thing my dad noticed it. You don't mess with my dad. He knows the tricks and tales [With the exception of electronic devices, save the TV! He only can use the TV, anything else is too complex for him!]. Bank trips with my parents are absolutely...frustrating. Don't ask. And to fill my boredom at the bank today, I was looking at the other people there. There was this one man who looked like Rudi Voeller [quite cute but old]! And there was this old lady, but she had lean legs! Bwahaha...I'm very observant.

And then we went to get my dad's car in Ampang Jaya. This time, we took a taxi. To our delight, we got a friendly taxi driver. He was talking non-stop! Quite a funny and cheerful guy. When he started talking, I looked at my mum and said softly: *Is he nuts?*...I can't help it.

I came home, and did what I did best: SLEEP. That is, apparently my ONLY other talent apart from playing football on the road. So if anyone asks me what my talents are, I shall tell them that it's sleeping.

My mother told me an equally interesting news. We might go on a holiday to AUSTRALIA! Yay! Then my plans of kidnapping a koala bear and raise it as my own, teaching it how to play football and other things, will come true! Yay!!! We'll probably go there during the Chinese New Year holidays. That's the best time ever, because my inconsiderate Chinese neighbours will burn the firecrackers from midnight until 6 a.m.! Haven't they heard of beauty sleep or something? Bah...Want to go to Australia!

Sigh...I want to start a fund for myself. It's called the HELP SEND ROWENA TO LONDON TO MEET FRANK LAMPARD fund. Interested donors are urged to donate generously, or contact the person concerned [in this case, yours truly] through her e-mail addresses, mobile phone number, house phone numbers, and through this blog.

I'm off for now. See you soon!

*Bluesy* out!