I'm disappointed...

As if a visit from Aunt Polly wasn't bad enough, England won 3-1!

How is it that England winning a game is considered bad, you ask?

Simple. When Steven Gerrard and Peter Crouch score a goal each.

AND WHEN FRANK LAMPARD MISSES HIS PENALTY!!!!


*stares at the sky*

How is that possible??? He's NEVER [that's a really strong NEVER] missed a penalty. Every penalty he has scored for Chelsea and England have succesfully gone in! How is it that of all the teams in the world, he missed his penalty against HUNGARY??? Bloody Hungarian goalkeeper!

I hope that on Saturday he scores. He has to. Otherwise I might start eating excessively again! I'm so disappointed and sad. I can't believe that happened. =(


*stares* That's just GAY! Kick me! ARGH.....!!!!! The horror! Look away!

On a better note, the morning wasn't so bad after all. When you know that John Terry has scored his FIRST international goal! Yay!!! Good for you JT!

I am still sad, you know. Hope he makes up for that missed penalty by scoring on Saturday.

And I do hope the reason he missed the penalty wasn't because he felt the Earth beneath him move.

*runs away from Mar's menacing stare*

I am hungry and bored.

Care to Sudoku?

*Bluesy* out!

P/S: I'm craving for some marble chocolate cheese cake now. I don't really hate Peter Crouch, it's just that I am extremely envious of tall people [I confessed, happy now?], since I'm quite midget-like. He's super-tall, so that's why I hate [not exactly hate, envy sounds better!] him. It's Steven Gerrard I hate. I have no idea why but I just do. Blearh...I HATE STEVEN GERRARD! Steven Gerrard cursed Frankie on his [SG] birthday!

I'll go sulk in the bathroom and study Stats there!

That bloody German jig!

Oh my God! That German jig is STILL stuck in my head! And the fact that he was doing it at the end of the advert doesn't help! Both are somehow very stubborn and refuse to leave the premises of my brains. I don't care if the premises are vacant, I want you to leave them immediately! Argh...da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da...See, I'm humming the thing! ARGH....SHOOT ME!

Before you tell me I'm talking rubbish, I want to show you proof that my brains has left the building.


Yes, the biscuits I bought for my mum for Mother's Day. Manchester United Jam-Filled Shortcake Biscuits. You know what's weird? The fact that a Chelsea fan bought this for a ManUre fan, only for it to be eaten by the Liverpool fan. The Arsenal fan just sat and watched at a corner.


Meet Pepsi Gold. Since I am a Pepsi addict and I love collecting their cans and bottles, this had to go into my collection! Wait til you see what's on the other side!


Ta-da! I didn't know, okay? I just wanted to taste it! Didn't see his face! I do NOT advocate sportsmen or artistes doing advertisements! For the love of God, don't turn into David "Let's come together and make the wolrd a better place" Beckham! ARGH...I'm keeping this. Who knows? Might sell it off on e-bay or something. I collect things like this because there won't be anymore bottles or cans like this! Yes, Mar, I'm STILL keeping THAT Montoya 7-UP bottle you asked me to buy 3 years ago! Silly girl! Anyway, moving on...


It cost me RM 20 for this book! I like the book!


Blame my photography skills for this one. I'm a lousy photographer! They even have the official World Cup song for England [World at Your Feet by Embrace] lyrics in here! They talk about everything England! Nice England poster inside!


The book I got squished by the elevator doors for! It's a poster book, it has VERY NICE posters of all your favourite England stars. How come Steven Gerrard has his whole self on two pages while Frank Lampard only has on page? Hmph...


This is something that is worth every cent. CHAMPS AGAIN! Whee! Want to have a peek inside?


John Terry lifting the Premiership trophy and the crowd fighting for Jose's medal.


Frankie and Luna, The Special One, and John Terry. Sorry for the blur photo [justifies the fact I'm blur].


World Cup has taken over me! Look what I bought? Oh, Mar, I couldn't buy beauty queen's card because there was only ONE form left when I took Frank's card. No point in me taking his card, right? I do have nice fingers, don't I?


I am lousy in taking photos. Sue me. His thumb is kind of weird. I'm just saying that because I have nicer fingers. =)


And I have ugly feet. My feet remind me of duck's webbed feet. They look so god-damn narrow and straight! I can wear my dad's slippers! And my mum uses my old shoes now, since her shoe size is between 5 and 6. Mine? Between 7 and 8. Shoe shops in KL have a hard time when it comes to my feet. Either the shoes are out of stock or they don't make shoes that size. I don't have ankles! Well, it looks like that. I have extremely nice fingers, but extremely ugly feet and ankles! Boo-hoo-hoo!

Have I convinced you enough that my brains have indeed left the building?

You have been warned...da-da-da *slaps self*!

SHUT UP!!!

*Bluesy* out!

Hahaha...

Since tomorrow IS Stevie G's birthday [everytime someone talks about him, I go "Yada yada Steven Gerrard, yada yada...oh crap!"] , and he IS a midfielder, I shall talk about MY midfielder.

Was watching some Chelsea videos on YouTube.com [I am really bored!]. And I was watching this particular Crossbar Challenge videos. The Crossbar Challenge is that the players have to hit the crossbar from the midfield. The first one I saw was funny because Damien Duff really made me laugh! The second one was even funnier because the boys were really acting cute!

I'll give you the links, go watch it, okay?

Crossbar Challenge 1
Crossbar Challenge 2

Notice how Eidur Gudjohnsen keeps saying this: "I'm Eidur Gudjohnsen, striker for the mighty Blues". IN PRIDE. Haha...I hope he doesn't leave the Bridge. My first [blonde] love. And they ALWAYS get the side view of Duff!

And before I go, I HAVE TO SHOW YOU THIS!!!

Click here and here to view these videos!

And to my dear twin, at least click on the links and watch them before you die, so that you'll go a happy child.

Doesn't the song make you want to dance?

Do your thing, make my body sing...

And take note of the second video: "THE EYES OF THE WORLD ARE ON THIS INCREDIBLE PLAYER". Incredible indeed! After all, he IS MY midfielder!

I'm still drooling.

I'm bored.

Go watch this one too! It's really funny! He looks so god-damn hot [especially with his, what Lysa calls it, blur look]! Especially even if I don't really like the idea of footballers being used for advertisement purposes.

Ooh...I got so many things to show, but I'm waiting to take pics of them. Maybe tomorrow!

And May, I AM ALWAYS HUNGRY!

I'm a growing child. I need more food.

Excuses.

11 more days til the World Cup!

Van Horseface is NOT joining Chelsea! YAY!!! Who needs stupid neighing and whiny horses like him?

And I think Frankie and I have the same smile.

*kicks self in the arse*

Okay, I know I was being a bit 'perasan' there just now, so SORRY!

*Bluesy* out!

I AM BORED...

And when I'm bored, it's a sign that I need to do Sudoku.

I did it already, but I'm still bored.

Oh well, I would go and eat lunch later at 11:30 AM.

I did watch the MyTeam and Malaysia game [whee, I watched Malaysian football!]. It was kind of stupid. But MyTeam were really impressive, even though they lost.

PEPSI ADVERT ROCKED! HE WAS SO GOD-DAMN HOT!

Yes, I do admit I 'cuci mata' at times, only if it involves MY favourite players OR MY favourite singers.

And I'm hungry.

And bored.

Off for now...toodles.

*Bluesy* out!

It's a bird, it's a plane...

NO...IT'S SUPERMAN!

Haha...to see Angela's DC [David Coulthard for all you non-F1 savvy people] on the podium after 2 and a half years is amazing. He donned the Superman cape. It was SO funny! The Red Bull car had the Superman Returns advert all over it [last time, it was Star Wars Episode 3: Return of the Jedi]. Christian Klien had the Superman logo on his jumpsuit [which was all blue]. I wonder why DC didn't have the same jumpsuit also.

Alonso won. I HATE SAYING THAT. Montoya came in second.

I felt really sorry for Kimi. He was so close on winning the Monaco GP! Pity him.

And I know YOU are upset for Mark Webber, so I shall say something nice about him for once. At one point Alonso, Kimi, Mark and Montoya were really close to each other but they were held up by the backmarkers and stupid Fisichella held Mark up for so long and he should've been penalised for that, and when Mark finally overtook him, he had an engine failure. He left his car an angry man.

I HATE FERNANDO ALONSO. I HATE GIANCARLO FISICHELLA.

THEY BOTH NEED TO BE SHOT DOWN THERE.

Driver-of-the-day:
1. David Coulthard - For a solid good drive today, you are MY driver-of-the-day. And MY Superman!
2. Mark Webber - For being a really good driver who nearly more got to win the race ahead of Alonso and Kimi, but didn't. You are a good driver even IF I dislike you.

Going to watch Gol dan Gincu now.

*Bluesy* out!

When I am listening to Will Young...

it means I'm searching my soul, and I don't want to be disturbed.

I admit, I've been hitting [almost] the self-destruct button these past few days. I'm scaring a lot of people with my antics of late, including myself. Sometimes I don't know why I even do it. And when it happens, I tend to hurt others along the way. That includes YOU, and I'm sorry I snapped at you. But since you're immune to my violent mood swings, you're used to it and you don't really need this apology, but I'm giving it to you anyway, whether you want it or not.

Don't worry bout me.

When I'm less PMS-sy, then you know I won't be listening to Will Young.

F1 is on NOW!

*Bluesy* out!

P/S: In need of something coated in chocolate. Wait...I just had Cornetto Royale Triple Chocolate! I need cake NOW...

I've been wanting to do this...

I grew up in a football-loving family, my dad used to play football in his younger days as a goalkeeper [Funny how I've never inherited that side of it! I'm a lousy keeper! Good striker/midfielder like 'my cinta'! ]. I got hooked at a tender age of 7, with my mum threatening to send me to Sabah where no one will cook for me [oh the horror if that happened!] if I didn't support Selangor, which was her favourite local team. Yeah, you had to start from the roots, in this case a Malaysian team. When they showed those EPL highlights on TV3 when I was 9, I heard the names of these teams like Liverpool, Chelsea, Manchester United [known to me and certain other haters as ManUre], and Sheffield Wednesday. I knew nuts about English football, the only footballer I knew from that league was Eric Cantona. I had to know about English football because the boys of 911 liked football [I had to show that I had interest as well!]. I used to be a neutral but I did like ManUre [yes, the horror!] because they had great players in the form of Jaap Stam, Ole Gunnar Solksjaer [who, mind you, is still my FAVOURITE ManUre player], and Ryan Giggs [the other one I like]. When they had their treble-winning season, it was amazing to win 3 big trophies. People used to think I watched football for the sake of 'washing my eyes'. Rubbish. I never do that. Of course I do say the guy is QUITE good-looking once in a while but if he ain't a good footballer, then I won't like him. I wished I supported Chelsea before. I would have liked to see 'The Magician' work it on the field. He was amazing and he'll always remain a legend in every Chelsea fan, regardless of his height. What he lacks in height, he makes up by scoring goals. I shall learn to cherish every Chelsea moment [with or without Astro] and respect every player there [even if they learn the basic art of diving]. That would mean I have to learn to respect Der GreedyPants [bah, I said I'll learn, NOT I shall...I still want to shoot him down there, you know?].

I was looking through this old World Cup 2002 Guide book my aunt gave me and my brother. It belonged to my late uncle, who died on a Friday, a day before England were supposed to play with Denmark in the second round in 2002. It was sad. I kept reading the book and laughed as the memories of 2002 kept coming back to my head.


I remembered how shocked I was when Senegal beat France. I thought France would whip them!

I remembered Robbie Keane was the ONLY one who managed to get a goal past Oliver Kahn [only for that stupid bib-head to beat him by scoring 2 goals in the final match!].

I remembered how happy I was to find out England beat Argentina 1-0 and that David Beckham buried the ghost of 1998 when he scored that goal.

I remembered relying on the waiter at Cozy Corner who was an England fan to tell us the score of that match!

I remembered being sad for not being able to watch football for about 2 days when my uncle passed away. I missed a few matches. Like the England-Denmark tie and Spain-Ireland game.

I remembered being sad when Spain kicked Ireland out of the second round. Especially since they managed to get on so well without Roy Keane and under the guidance of Mick McCarthy.

I remembered how I cried when Brazil kicked England out of the quarterfinals. The tears kept pouring for 2 days. Yes, that's how much I love England.

I remembered how I called Sham who was a big Brazil fan and cried on the phone, only for her to tell me: "It's just a game, Ro!", but later admitted that England were better.

I remember the fact I was so in love with Michael Ballack then and when he got that second yellow card when he played against South Korea, I cried in the mamak shop [I very the drama, I know].

I remembered the stupid goal celebration Miroslav Klose used to do. I hated it. I used to call him a FROG!

I remembered OUR favourite stars of World Cup 2002. Nakata, Klose, Owen [I know too many Owen fans!], and sadly Der GreedyPants. Some people worth mentioning: Jon Dahl Tomasson [also known as Jon Dhal Roti Canai] and David Beckham.

I remembered how sad I was when Brazil won the World Cup. I didn't cry, I hated Gerald Asamoah ever since.

I remembered how Sham used to sing the Brazilian national anthem [don't ask me how she knows it!] instead of our Negaraku during our morning assemblies in school after Brazil won! We used to go "SHUT UP!" and since I always stood next to her in line she used to pull my baju kurung sleeve and pull me to her side and forced me to sing along with her! Everytime we were going to sing Negaraku, she'd sing the Brazil anthem so loudly and we'll start laughing our heads off. Thank God the teachers didn't know about it! We would've been in hot soup if we had been caught!

I remembered reading The Star newspaper every morning during the World Cup and after with Sham, Yoga and T-Jay and asking the rest of the class whether they wanted the paper or not.

I remembered how I used to exchange photos from other newspapers with the above mentioned people. T-Jay was into Owen, Sham into Carlos and Yoga into Raul. Me? Der GreedyPants. Haha. We even went to the library [Yoga was a librarian, so it made it easier for us to 'steal' the photos!] just to get our fix of footballers pictures! So desperate! We had nothing else to do, apart from study for PMR and yammer in class!

I remembered we used to have dreams about us being married to a family of footballers! And T-Jay and Owen were my parents [my dreams are a bit wild, so excuse me], and Cafu was a vampire or something like that, and Carlos was possessed and Der GreedyPants saved all of us from doom! I married him. Yes, laugh all you want. I know you want to.

I remembered how we used to have a competition of who collected the most photos of their idols. Yes, we were 15 and bored. Sue us.

I remembered how I was known as Balak from that day on.

I remembered YOUR dare. YOU dared me to wear pinafore to school on days I had no Islamic lessons! I did, and my class teacher thought I was a new student, but my friends did say I looked sweet though!

I remembered how I hated Rivaldo for acting and I called him a cockroach.

I remembered how I hated Ronaldinho for scoring that goal against England [the game that left me in tears]. It was such a fluke shot. I hated him from then on.

I remembered dreaming about getting kidnapped by Christoph Metzelder only to be saved by Der GreedyPants again.

I remembered comparing Sham's height with Carlos. She was much taller than him.

I remembered during Geography lessons with Ms. Koh [or Miss Berganza, we used to call her that OR 2-INCH SKIRT!], we used to talk about footballers or the World Cup matches.

I remembered during our Geography lessons, we knew that logs were transported to factories by the river. And from that info, the other three [in particular Yoga and Sham] created a story to bully me. Balak was from Kampung Delima and one day he got chopped down and was transported to the factory through Sungai Mas. Everytime I pass by Kepong, I always see THAT Sungai Mas building and it always gets me laughing and smiling to myself. Now YOU know why I got a B for Geography for my PMR!

I remembered coming home from school in a hurry just to be in time to watch the matches. The matches were either at 3 PM, 5 PM or 7 PM, after all, it was in Korea and Japan and it made us Asian people happy because we didn't have to wake up at wee hours of the morning and get to school or work with ugly panda eyes.

I remembered that was the second World Cup I watched and that a member of my extended family passed away. During the 1998 World Cup, my aunt passed away on the final game where France won 3-0 over Brazil. In 2002, my uncle passed away on the day the US played another team [can't remember]. It was really sad to see both my uncle and aunt who made me feel special in many ways left the world to soon.

I remembered that I had a good time with my mates. Both in and out of school.

I remembered as my favourite World Cup season of all time [Even if it was only 2 seasons I witnessed it. The first being 1998 and the second was 2002].



I hope this World Cup will keep me happy and leave me with many beautiful memories like 2002 did. With new teams like Ukraine [go Sheva!], Ivory Coast [go Drogba and Toure!] and Serbia and Montenegro [go Kezman!] I'm sure all of us will have a good time. All I can hope is that they go in as the underdogs and prove those who doubt them wrong, the same way Senegal did. =)

Three cheers for the World Cup!

13 days more...

And today Majalah 3 had this thing about the MyTeam players and the Malaysian team in Manchester [sponsored by the graceless people in AirAsia]. For a non-ManUre fan like me, getting a chance to play in a great stadium like Old Tafford is amazing. Even meeting the players itself was like a dream come true. Seeing Ryan Giggs and Ole Gunnar Solksjaer was really something...after all, they are my ONLY two favourite players from ManUre. Being a non-ManUre fan, I was excited at the fact of meeting some footballers and travelling to your team's homeground. I just hope I get to go to Stamford Bridge to live the dream.

I did see Crybaby-Gayface-Sissyboy on the show, he looked the least bit interested in going to see the plane. And he is such a poser. He did the GAY pose! And he can't smile! And the host went on about how patient and understanding he was when he took some time off to sign some autographs and take pictures with fans. He didn't display any form of patience OR understanding for that matter when he was doing it. He looked rather annoyed. Hmmph...proves the fact he is THE Crybaby-Gayface-Sissyboy.

Yes, I like to bitch about people I don't like on my blog. It's the only thing that keeps me happy.

*Bluesy* out!

Guess who's staying for tea?

ANDRIY SHEVCHENKO!

THAT'S WHO!!!

HE IS LEAVING AC MILAN AND IS MOST LIKELY JOINING CHELSEA!


CAN YOU SEE HOW HAPPY I AM?

MY WISH CAME TRUE!!!

YAY!!!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go out and buy milk to make tea for Sheva.

Oh yeah, one more week til YOUR birthday. Last of the teens. Enjoy it while you can. =)

I can feel the World Cup fever kicking in!

*Bluesy* out!

Anyone willing to help?

I'm on a mission...to lose weight. I've been pigging out a lot this week.

Brownie with ice-cream from Secret Recipe on Monday.
Two Iced Chocolate with Whipped Cream from Secret Recipe on Monday and Wednesday.
Filet-o-Fish Extra from McDonalds' on Wednesday.

I'm getting fatter. anyone know a quick-fix remedy for losing weight? Besides fasting, which I am planning to do next week.

I shall try your cold cereal theory. I have tried it before, it did work. But I stopped eating cereals and gone back to bread [blame my parents!]. I only ate Cornflakes yesterday with low-fat milk. I used to eat cold cereals every morning since I was 15, until the parents decided that I should switch back to bread [where's freedom of speech in this country?]. I hate bread.

I want to eat Cornflakes with low-fat milk. Best served cold. I will not eat Cornflakes with warm milk. I will wait for at least half an hour if the milk is not in the fridge, I make sure it's cold when I eat it. I'm a picky eater. Deal with it. We all have our moments of diva-ness. Mine only comes when I am out eating or shopping. No pink. No egg. No sotong. No big-flower motifs. It's tough to be Mr. I'm-Rowena's-Potential-Boyfriend. Good luck.

Scott Carson is our [England] new third choice keeper. Eh, he's so...don't know how to say it. Poor Robert Green. Get well soon, okay?

Wanye Rooney is set to miss the group stages of the World Cup! Great, now we have to rely on Mar's goal-shy beanpole of a Peter Crouch for goals. If not, it's Mr. Choirboy-With Killer-Instincts [also known as Michael Owen...it was written in the World Cup 2002 book!]. If not, like tomato-coloured-gum-chewing-old-man would say it: "Step up David Beckahm, step up Frank Lampard, step up Steven Gerrard, step up Joe Cole, step up John Terry". Funny, I don't see "Step up Rio Ferdinand" or "Step up Gary Neville" in that sentence [there definitely weren't any ManUre players mentioned, I can bet on that]. Stupid old man. He needs to be shot.

I enjoy shooting people, especially where it hurts the most.

Oh, speaking of shooting, here's one part I left out while talking to my mum about shooting Der GreedyPants!

Me: If Chelsea come to Malaysia, I want to go.
Mum: Ya, then you go sit in front, near the bench area there where all the managers and players sit, then you can aim at his privates properly. Sure won't go off target one!
Me: We're sick, perverted people!
Mum: Perverted sounds too strong. Let's just call it dirty-minded.
Me: You are really ham-sap!

Ooh, Clay Aiken was so hot yesterday! I'm in love with skinny, stick insect-like guys! I like his new hair-do. I wish I could dye my hair like that. Argh...he was so hot. My mum agreed with me too!

*Bluesy* out!

I can't...

I can't cross roads. Some vehicle will try to knock me over. This morning, I nearly got hit by a motorcycle. I can't cross roads for nuts. It's time I learned the basic art of crossing roads. I wonder if there's a Road Crossing for Dummies available on sale. I could certainly use it. Don't tell me to look left and right, it never works on me.

On a happy note, Wayne Rooney is said to be making a perfect recovery. After the much-hyped up 'tussle' he had with Paulo Ferreira [I've seen it on replay like many times already, it wasn't Paulo's fault entirely. Wayne just fell the wrong way. He clashed into Paulo and somehow I don't know how Paulo's foot made contact with his calf (not his toe, okay?) and the boy landed the wrong way!]. Even the papers say so. ManUre fans can keep on blaming Paulo all they want but the truth is, it wasn't entirely his fault. And no, I'm not defending him because he's a Chelsea player. It's a fact.

And his doctor got sacked. Keep on doing this Fergie, it'll only prove Jose Mourinho is a whole lot more smarter than you and through his amazing tactics [I was going to say technicolour overcoat though!], we'll keep it for the third season running. Keep on selling or sacking your players or staffs, it'll only make us stronger.

You know why I like this pic?

It was the defining moment of champions. 5 minutes before the game ended Jose Mourinho was shaking hands with the ManUre team and man-of-the-match Joe Cole was leading the other Chelsea players to sing since they've already won the trophy in style. That was so funny! I was singing We Are the Champions in my heart [In a mamak stall infested by mostly ManUre fans, it didn't seem appropriate! Though I did scream when Joe scored and the trophy was presented] in the 80th minute itself! Haha...

And yeah, I want Sheva in Chelsea. Seriously! I can't deny it. I want Ballack out.

Speaking of Der GreedyPants, he has been fined USD$77 000 for not paying airport tax. He bought a handbag for his girlfriend in Dubai and he didn't declare it at the Munich airport. He has been oredered to pay up within 12 days, but he is appealing. Now we see why he needs 130 000 pounds a week. And since he is loaded, why not pay for the damn thing? It's your fault and you want to appeal against it? So stupid. What do you do with the money you earn, anyway?

Me: *after reading news of Der GreedyPants to mum* We should shoot Ballack!
Mum: Yes, we should! So greedy!
Me: Ma, I ask you something, you don't get angry ok? What if someone shoots the man in his privates, can the man have sex?
Mum: How would anyone think of aiming down there?
Me: You never know what? Might go off target!
Mum: Where got such thing?
Me: Got. It can happen.
Mum: I think he cannot have sex because the nerves all gone when you shoot.
Me: What if they got shot there and while playing football, someone kicks the ball in that direction?
Mum: Oi, sure pain-lah! He'll die!
Me: No nerves there, how to feel pain?
Mum: You want to shoot Michael ballack there is it?
Me: Ya!
Mum: We're a bunch of sick and demented people, aren't we?
Me: Haha...

Sorry about that. The dog begged my mind to take it for a walk and the mind did as it was told and along came Hugh Jackman...whom I'll be meeting tomorrow. *drools*

P/S: Why is it called 'delayed live' when it's not even 'live' in the first place?

*Bluesy* out.

So sick...

I'm so sick. Emotionally.

Why is it that people think I don't deserve a happy life? People think that I should grieve and mope if I break up with someone. They think I should go like "OMG...my life is super-duper meaningless without him" OR "I shall sulk in the bathroom because I am single" [I sulk when I'm upset about other matters which do not include a romantic relationship]. Or worse still, I should slit my wrists, resort to alcohol or cigarettes, or cry my eyeballs out until the cows come home so that he comes back to me. Her world is coming to an end, they think.

Truth is, it's just a new beginning =) . I am smiling. It means I'm happy. Why would I do all that? I may sit around and mope for a few days, true, but it doesn't mean my life will come to an abrupt halt. I do realise that we have to move on, life has to go on, whether we ignorant human beings like it or not. My best friends died at the age of 14 five years ago. My first love died when he was 16 four years ago. Through them, I learnt that life is too short, so we have to live our life to its fullest. I can't waste my life away just because of one guy. I need to be happy to continue on fighting with life and its countless obstacles [not being able to cross roads properly is one of them]. The reason for my survival is that everyday I learn new things and through that learning process I become a better person. I don't have to resort to drugs, booze, or cigarettes to keep me happy, to ease the pain inflicted emotionally. I may say or do the craziest things on Earth, but I'm still sane, you know? I never know when I might die, so it's important for me to at least accomplish some of my dreams [which obviously includes my little killing spree with YOU and giving Frank and John an earful about naming their future kids!]. I won't let some unknown guy [not exactly unknown, you get my point-lah, right?] ruin my life, my dreams and my everything else. I deserve every inch to be happy. I'm happy with the drastic decisions I've made in my life. I'm happy I became the old me, the nerdy but at times crazy and yes, stupid. I'm happy that things are going my way. I'm happy I didn't stick with him, they were right about him. I'm happy I got my best friend whom I lost because of him. I'm happy, quite frankly, with the fact I've grown up to be a somewhat smarter and of course, stupid [Two contradicting personalities in one body? I'm screwed up...no wonder I'm in HELP!] me. With all that potholes I've gotten my foot into, I managed to get them out and start over so that whenever I see a similar pothole, I know what to do. In life, you have to get hurt in order for you to truly understand its meaning and from there, you learn to not repeat the same mistakes over and over again. I learnt my lesson well, I'm done with the tears and there are no regrets.

I can't help it if you're upset, you're the one who's wasting your life away. Move on...I have. I moved on with my life. So, give me a reason why I shouldn't be happy? Because you ain't happy? I can't be bothered if you're unhappy. I'm me. I'm more important than you. If I have to worry my ass off because you're unhappy, well, I guess I'm supposed to practice the same thing for everyone. Right? That's where you're wrong. NEWSFLASH: ME, MYSELF AND I. 3 words that mean the world to me. I have to start worrying about myself and learning to love myself before I can love someone else. I have every right to be happy. You can't control me, my feelings, my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies, and my life. I'm no mindless puppet on a string that you can inject life into with all your sugarcoated stories for your puppet to follow without question. I'm only human, flesh and blood, born to make mistakes. Not a brainless puppet on a string.

I'm better than that, stronger than that, wiser than that, I'm worth much more.

Listening to Darius does help. He gives me inspiration to write. I feel like writing a poem today. I haven't done that for 8 months already! I need to be shot.

Mar, it's amazing how your quick-fix remedies work on me. Listening to Darius really works! *hugs*

Sorry for the emotionally-screwed post. I was just thinking about what my conspiracy theory genius told me today about you-know-who. Yes, something happened, but I don't want to talk about it. I'm tired. I'm done talking [in this case, typing]. Nothing else to add. Lies. All of them are just lies.

Bye bye, I can't take another lie.

*Bluesy* out!

I am hungry...

I just ate Fillet-O-Fish Extra and french fries about two hours ago, and I still feel hungry. I want Cornetto Royale Cookies and Cream. Or even better, Triple Chocolate! I am hungry...feed me.

This morning I saw something really funny. I saw David Beckham in a UNICEF advert and his last words were:

"Let's come together and make the world a better place"

I swear if I was there, I'd give him a tiara, sash, and instead of a bouquet of roses, I'll give him a ball! That was such beauty queen yammer! His voice doesn't help either. Seriously, I think he was a beauty queen in his past life.

Thou shall NOT condemn David Beckham in front of his fans [the one who is a Chelsea fan but likes Peter Crouch included]. Because they bite hard. Hell yeah, they do.

My Stats lecturer is funny. Everytime she marks my tutorial answers, she always says that there's nothing wrong with it. But when she marks Su Tze's tutorial paper, she always has something to say about it. It's funny because the two of us always discuss the paper together and have the same answers. So if her answers ain't right, mine should be the same, right?

Ooh, Su Tze and Kylie said they are planning to watch a movie on Friday, and since I was telling her I want to watch X-Men 3: The Last Stand, she asked me to come along because they want to watch it! I'm not sure whether I can go or not, I have to ask Mr. Hanafiah's approval first.

I WANT TO GO SEE X-MEN 3: THE LAST STAND!!! I WANT TO SEE WOLVERINE AND NIGHTCRAWLER IN ACTION!!

And Su Tze got me hooked on Sudoku since last Friday! I must admit I'm getting quite good at it. Not a pro yet, but okay-lah. On Sunday, I took 1 hour and 15 minutes to finish 5 Sudoku puzzles from the Malay Mail. I've become a Sudoku addict in under 1 hour!

Help me...I'm hungry.

P/S: Will be rooting for England, Czech Republic and Ivory Coast for the World Cup. If not, I'll support Spain. Don't shoot me!

*Bluesy* out!

This is ONE day that sucks...

It started at 12 AM. My mother broke my black mug! I used it for barely 2 months!

Then, when I was in the car on my way to college, someone gave a miss call to my mum's phone. She didn't know what the number was so she asked me to check it for her. It WAS my 3rd ex. At that moment, I had thoughts about throwing my mum's phone out of the car window [need to get my throwing skills back to shape!], but I decided not to, and just call him in college after class. Yes, if you must know I was planning to do a bit of drama. BigTime DramaQueen, I am.

And then...let the drama begin.
*Why did you call my mother's phone?*
*Who are you?*
*So now what? You're playing dumb with me?*
*I don't know who you are*
*Yes you do, and I don't have to tell you who I am!*
*Who are you?*
*You don't have to know!*
-line cuts [WTF?]-
*I'm not done with you! Why did you call my mother's phone*
*I'm in class now, can you call back later?*
*NO! I want to talk about it now!*
*Listen, can you call back later? He's not here. I'm his friend. I'm holding his phone because he's having class now, can I ask him to call you back?*
*Whatever-lah*
-cuts the line, receives message after 5 minutes-
*Listen here. I have been having his phone for the past 2 weeks. He's not here. He said he'll call you...Chandru*
-replies-
*Tell him to call me after 3*
-In Lah class, phone rings, goes out to make call-
*Hello*
*You were the one who called right?*
*Yes*
*I told him to call you..*
*Tell him he doesn't have to call me, I don't want to get into more problems. Bad enough I have so much problems*
*I wanted to call some other number, but I dialled your number instead. He has nothing to do with it. Sorry..*
*Yeah whatever, I'm sorry I shouted*
*Okay, take care*
*Whatever*

~Five seconds later, I realised that if he had the phone for 2 weeks, who sent the messages to Sree on Saturday? Why would ANYONE give their phone to their friend for two weeks? I can't even leave without my phone for even 2 minutes! Well, not really, but still! Why would you even leave your phone with a friend? Kind of a stupid thing to do, right? And lastly, how is it that two people from the male population have the same voice [unless you're a pretty good impersonator] ? Of all the male friends I have, they sound nothing alike! Oh, and lastly [really!] if you don't know someone, would you tell them to take care of themselves? I DON'T THINK SO! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? STUPID? HELL NO I AIN'T STUPID! I'M A LOT SMARTER THAN YOU THINK I AM, YOU MORON! I GOT A HUNDRED OTHER THINGS TO DO...~

**Note: I had to act stupid because I don't want him to know that I know what he sent to Sree has been forwarded to me. I could've given him straight in the nuts, but I have to think about my conspiracy theory genius. Talking to her about this today was fun!**

And in the morning, I nearly got hit by a van. Proves that I don't know the basic art of crossing roads.

And this has got to be the worst thing that ever happened today. After Lah classes were over, I came out from college, and I was crossing the road. Once I reached the divider, I was walking on it, and I heard someone talking to me. It was a Chinese man. He was with another man. He asked me something. To me, it sounded like "Mana Jalan Ampang?", but then I asked him to repeat the question and this time I heard "Nak tumpang ke?". Both the man were smiling and the passenger was about the come out of the car. I just shouted "NO!" and ran off to my dad's which was parked in front of the pisang goreng stall. He doesn't usually park there but since there were no available spots, he had to park there.

All in: MY BLACK MUG BROKE INTO PIECES, I NEARLY GOT HIT BY A VAN DUE TO MY FAILURE TO EMBRACE THE BASIC ART OF CROSSING ROADS, NEARLY GOT "CHEATED" BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND, AND NEARLY GOT KIDNAPPED TODAY.

What a day it has turned out to be...

P/S: I'M NOT STUPID!!! JUST BECAUSE ALL THAT HAPPENED [especially the one with my ex] , IT DOESN'T MEAN I AM STUPID WHATSOEVER! GOT ME?

*Bluesy* out.

Come to think about it...

You know when I said that JT's twins' names sounded beautiful? I didn't mean it.

When I said that, it so happened my mind decided to take the dog for a walk and we bumped into Hugh Jackman again, and the two of us were talking again [I think he's HOT, so does my mum! Tee-hee!].

So the term 'absent-minded' best described me at that moment.

The names sound so wrong...seriously, can't they name kids the way they used to?

I was reviewing some names of footballers' kids. Read on:

Thierry Henry: Tea [as in David Duchovny's wife's name]
Frank Lampard: Luna Patricia [it sounds so much better when you pronounce it in a Spanish way!]
Michael Owen: Gemma Rose [this one sounds okay] and James Michael [Michael's full name is Michael James Owen, so his kid's name is the reverse. Where's the sense of originality?]
Steven Gerrard: Lily-Ella [Lilee, you must be glad. It's a combination of both your nicknames. Della and Lilee!] and Lexie [Lysa, it's funny YOU were the one who pointed this out! Your dog's name is Rexy? Hahaha!]
John Terry: Georgie John [infected by the Owen's no-sense-of-originality-bug eh?] and Summer Rose [Directly translated: Musim Panas Bunga Mawar. New version of Sonata Musim Salju, is it?]
Jamie Carragher: James and Mia [sounds okay to me...]
David Beckham: Brooklyn [eh?], Romeo [he must be wondering where his Juliet is?] and Cruz [apparently, this is actually a girl's name in Spain].

In conclusion [Rumusan BM revisited!], I would like to say that these people need a lesson or two on naming their kids. What is wrong with the good names found on Earth??? For instance, my name!

And this is interesting: Elton John is Brooklyn and Romeo's godfather, and the two boys are going to inherit part of Elton John's estate!

As if they weren't that rich...

*phhhbbbttt*

Oh, Jamie Carragher's full name is James Lee Duncan Carragher. That's like 2 of the Blue boys' name combined! LOL...

If Eidur 'Blonde Maradona' Gudjohnsen leaves Chelsea to join ManUre and that van Horseface joins Chelsea in exchange, I WILL GRIEVE, MOPE, AND SULK. I MEAN IT!

*Bluesy* out!

Some Chelsea news...

Here are news about Chelsea.

1. John Terry and Toni Powell have named their twins! The boy's name is Georgie John Terry, while the girl is Summer Rose Terry. I think they're really beautiful names [though our plans of having them name their twins after our names: Rowena and Aiman OR Aimee and Rowenzo, did not happen!]. The girl's name sounds like Yasmin's e-mail address [Did you get your inspiration there? Some of my friends call me Rose, though. My tuition mates used to go like: "How's Rose?" "Is Rose coming?" or things like that!] ! The boy's name is actually JT's middle name [not really-lah, his is John George Terry, but still!]. I did wish you named them after us. Wait, my nickname on Blogger is Rowena Kylanna Rose!

2. Eidur Gudjohnsen might be going to ManUre while Ruud van Horseface is coming to Chelsea! WTF??? This cannot happen! THIS WILL SPELL D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R!!! MY Blonde Maradona CANNOT leave Stamford Bridge! I don't fancy seeing him in RED. Plus, who needs a horse who whines a lot? If he comes to Chelsea, he's not going to be played in ALL matches unless he can stand being used on a rotation basis. If he could, then why didn't he stay in ManUre? He was getting the same treatment there ANYWAY. Why bother coming to the Bridge? For the love of God, Eidur, stay in Chelsea!

3. Michael Ballack @ Der GreedyPants wants to remain a Blue for the rest of his life [he didn't say that, but you get what I mean, despite the exaggeration!]. We ALL know you do, Mike. We ALL know why, Mike. GreedyPants. Wait and see until some other football club who gets some rich billionaire [richer than Roman Abramovich, probably Bill Gates?] to buy them, and offer him even more than the 130 000 pounds he is getting now [actually, about to get, since he hasn't started playing for us yet!]. Wait and see.

4. They are set to offer Frankie a new contract! Hope he gets what he deserves [a lot more than 90 000 - 130 000 pounds if you asked me!]. I shall leave to stare at his pic. I wish I could kill the person next to him, though. Kind enough to buy me plane ticket to London?


*I hate her. She needs to be shot.* ~On the way to Beckham's pre-World Cup Party [he has it every World Cup!]~

Bleh...during Lah [it's not Law anymore, it's officially known as Lah now!] class just now, 30 minutes was wasted on irrelevant issues. My mind decided to take the dog out for a walk, and while walking the dog I met Hugh Jackman and we were talking and talking...

Until SHE [my Lah lecturer] started talking.

*phhbbbtt*

Guess who else went to Beckham's party?

*drum rolls* It's Lilee's favourite Idol, WILL YOUNG!!! [you SHOULD be happy I thought about you!]

Though I STILL resent him.

Before I go, tell me what you think of this.

*Note: This pic was NOT rotated 180 degrees. The camera was the ONLY thing that made a 180-degree turn!*

I call it: "A Random Act of Stupidity and Boredom: By Lila Falassion"

P/S: Lila Falassion is a combination of my Hobbit and Elvish name. My Elvish name was Tari Falassion, while the Hobbit name was Lila Bleecker-Baggins of Fair Downs. Hence, the invention of Lila Falassion [sounds French, doesn't it?] !

*Bluesy* out!

I got a hundred other things to do...

Here's the thing. I like to channel my anger out in my blog. If you can't take it, go join crybaby-gayface-sissyboy back in Portugal and play with his dolls that he secretly hid in his closet.

Brother: You all don't know the meaning of hot is it? Why is that fan on? Go turn on the other fan!
Me: Pa only asked to turn on that fan. Save electricity. Bad enough the tariff is going to go up soon. So he told to turn on only the stand fan.
Brother: I know in Africa is so hot and you're used to it, I'm not. Now go turn on the fan.
Me: *miffed to the extent of throwing something in his face* THAT'S NOT THE REASON WHY, OKAY? PA ASKED TO USE ONE FAN TO SAVE ELECTRICITY! YOU WANT, YOU GO AND ASK HIM-LAH. DON'T HAVE TO BRING IN THE AFRICA ISSUE AND ALL, OKAY!!!
Brother: *mumbles something* I WANT THE FAN ON NOW!
Me: *still feeling miffed* GO TURN IT ON YOURSELF!
Brother: Never mind. You can sit your ass down. I'm SO sorry. *all in a hint of sarcasm*


Tell me. Was I right? Or was I wrong? I know I'm right. He always makes statements that I'm dark and black and so on [FYI: You ain't so fair yourself!] and that I come from some African continent. I can take it. Yesterday, you went too far and exceeded MY speed limit. You didn't see the stop sign. I don't care if I'm not so fair like those girls featured in those sick and demented Fair and Lovely advertisements [makes me sick to the extent of feeling nauseous]. You know why? I'm grateful to God that he made me this way. I'm grateful that I am who I am, not being anyone else. It's no BIG disadvantage if you're dark. For the love of GOD, don't tell me that dark people don't deserve an ounce of love from the world? Why do many of you male species secretly lust for people like Halle Berry? She isn't so fair like the other actresses [I cannot wait to see her act in X-Men 3!]. All you people in Fair and Lovely need to hang your heads in shame. Don't discriminate people this way. They didn't ask to be dark or with freckles, they were just born with it. I'm grateful to God for myself.

And if YOU can't handle what I've just said, go join the doll-playing society in Portugal OR buy yourself a nice big lollipop for you to suck on.


I think if there were mutants on Earth, I want to be friends with them. I will not call them mutants, it's such a derogatory term. Instead I will call them *The Truly Gifted Ones* or *Blessed Ones*. You know, like some people, they have gifts. They can see dead people or read minds, do we call them 'freaks'? NO. But mutants are human too, and therefore we shouldn't call them 'freaks' or 'animals'. It's just that they were born with it, nobody asked for it. They have feelings too, you know?

I'm sorry. I was just watching X-Men. My 13-year-old obsession. When I was younger, I used to imagine that I was one of the students in Xavier's School of the Gifted. And yes, I did imagine I had great powers. I was only 6! Sue my then-wild imagination!

*Bluesy* out!

A tale of two ex-es...

Usually I don't do this, but what the hell? It's okay to do something different once in a while, right?

*I'm only talking about 2 of my ex-es, instead of three. The third one, who was actually my first love, will not be mentioned for he has left the world at the tender age of 16 four years ago. And also he wasn't the one who annoyed me today!*

EX BOYFRIEND 1
I can always count on you, Jay. You always make me laugh when it's not even funny. You have seen me cry. You have seen me happy. You have seen almost all my achievements. You always call just to sing me *With You All The Time* from Gareth Gates [who, coincidentally shares the same birthday as you] when I start sounding suicidal [which happens most of the time]. You are MY wonderwall. We always have our incredibly stupid debate about *Who's gay: Cristiano Ronaldo or Ricardo Carvalho [of all people, would you believe poor Riccy was his victim?]* and yet we have time after that to just laugh it off [or preferably, to just sleep]. I loved you. I know you did too. Goodbye My Lover is OUR song. No one can take it away from us. But today, I'm really mad at you. Because you have spelt my name [it's bad enough people have a hard time pronouncing it!] wrongly! For the love of God, how long have we been together? 3 years? Don't tell me you don't know my name! *Throws things in Jay's direction in a raging fit of anger* YOU NEED TO BE SHOT ALONG WITH THE REST OF THE BARCA SQUAD [except Deco] AND THAT IDIOT OF A REFEREE! I'M BOYCOTTING YOU UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!


The next one is going to be a bit different. Just read it in order to understand.


EX BOYFRIEND 2
*Hi. How are you? How's Rowena?*
*I did not like her. I am fine and I'm still single*
*A bit busy But all the gals I know are not like Ro...most are too boring. And stupid*
*She was not my type*
-SMS he sent to Sree [Which was later sent to me. If you know who he is, sshhh...don't tell him!]-

OMG...WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE??? I have no idea why he is still SO obsessed with me. I have already said I don't want to be in a relationship just yet. It's been 10 god-damn long months since we broke up, and 3 months ago, I told you I never want to hear anything from you. Read this. And this. This and this. I never want to hear anything from you. I don't care if you still love me, I DON'T! I couldn't care less about you and your oh-so-undying-love for me! You must be fucking blind to say that I'm NOT boring and stupid. Because half of the population knows that I am stupid and boring. You are so NOT my type. Do I have to spell it out for you so that it penetrates into that thick skull of yours?

*Saying what, you forgot?
Baby, stop,
You were out at 10 o'clock,
On the rocks,
Getting hot, hot, hot,
Is that where you're at,
Got the mack,
She's just fallen for your chat, dirty rat,
Now you're back...*
*Now Little Miss Perfect's flown away...*
-Little Miss Perfect, Abs-

I am that LITTLE MISS PERFECT who flew away. Your loss. I ain't some kind of trophy that you can display on your shelf. I am worth much more than that. More than you would ever know.


I sound a little sour, don't I? Don't worry. I'm okay, I just needed to vent my anger out somewhere...I have another reason to be angry, but I know it's not my fault and I'm right.

You didn't see my stop sign. Sometimes there are limits to a joke. You just exceeded the limit and passed the stop sign. Your ego blinded your judgement. I can't blame you, though. You've been like that since forever. You grew up to be like that, trying to show you're one step better than me. I couldn't care less about your insignificant achievements. I'm going to do it my way. Things are going my way...

Pray that we get Sheva. *prays*

*Bluesy* out.

YAY!!!

GUESS WHAT???


JOHN TERRY'S TWINS HAVE SUCCESSFULLY LANDED ON EARTH! A BOY AND A GIRL! WHEE!!! TERRY JUNIORS RUNNING AROUND STAMFORD BRIDGE WILL BE A SIGHT TO BEHOLD!

Okay...I'm back to normal. The twins were born yesterday...apparently he cried because he wasn't able to get there to witness the birth of the twins. Yay...I hope he names them soon!


I watched The Da Vinci Code today. The movie was alright. I haven't read the book yet, but the people who have read it say that the movie was a bit disappointing for them. The paintings were so beautiful.

Silas [Paul Bettany] looks so much like Eidur Gudjohnsen! Except my Blonde Maradona is a nicer-looking bloke. I think I better read the book to get the movie.

But first, I need to finish my Centenary Book!

Ooh, X-Men 3: The Last Stand will be out next week! I want to watch it! I've been addicted to X-Men since I was 6! My 13 year love affair. Hugh Jackman on screen is a BIG thing! Better looking than that stiff James Marsden! Can WE please go???

And Mar's right. I didn't get inspiration to dream that Arsenal would win [refresh: I dreamt Toure scored the morning he scored against Villareal!]. I didn't dream of Reyes also!

In under 5 minutes Barcelona did a Liverpool by scoring 2 goals. It instantly ended 2 Frenchmen's dreams of winning it in beautiful Paris. Arsene Wenger as a manager, Thierry Henry winning it as a captain. The French have been fried.

Referee needs to be shot as well. He gave Asier del Horno that red card when we played Barcelona. Conspiracy? I think so, too!

P/S: I think from now on, I will NOT say anything in class. One of these days YOU might just throw a book at me!

P/P/S: How does Rowena Terry sound to you? Nice or not?

*Bluesy* out!

Something beautiful...

I woke up at 3:30 AM, one hour after the Arsa-Barsa game started! I missed the first half! I actually woke up at 2:30 AM, but I went back to sleep, thinking that they were going to mumble on their line-up and score predictions [those TV3 guests are really lifeless-looking people who don't really make good pundits!]. Arsenal lost 2-1, after taking the lead thanks to Sol Campbell's goal in the 37th minute. They were down to 10 men after keeper Jens Lehmann was sent off. Manuel Almunia did a good job until the 70-something-th minute. Samuel Eto'o scored a goal which some people claimed to be offside. 5 minutes later, Juliano Belletti scored his first ever Champions League goal. He was actually shocked to see the ball go in.

In just 5 minutes, Barcelona did a Liverpool.

Reyes played in the last 5 minutes, and looked super-emo today. Scary.
So, Barca are the UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE winners of the 2005/06 season.
But, Barca people, don't bet on winning it next season! Next season, it belongs to CHELSEA!!! And we're going to put blue ribbons on the lovely-looking trophy!

It was raining in Paris today. Henrik Larsson was MY man-of-the-match. He set up both goals! Superb!

And in the morning, it rained here in KL. The rain in Paris came here...or maybe because I've been listening to Rain by Abs the whole morning! Whatever...

And it was bad enough I was late for college [yes, I never learn!], the people in HELP decided to have a fire drill the moment I stepped into HELP! Had to wait like 15 minutes before we could go back again! I wasn't burnt, if that's what YOU wanted to know!

I think I know why Arsenal lost. You know Mr. Tomato-Coloured-Face Gum-Chewer [If you don't know, I'll make it easier for you to guess. It's ManUre's manager!]? He was there, at the game! He jinxed Arsenal...you stupid tomato-coloured-face-gum-chewing-old man! I hate you...and the rest of your team [except Giggs and Solksjaer]!

Speaking of Giggs, I saw the Celcom advert this morning. Kind of stupid [it's partly because Steven Gerrard's in it!] because I didn't get what the whole advert was about. Either I'm really stupid, or the Celcom people are.
Most of the Barca squad members need to be shot. Except Deco. I wished we bought him instead of greedy-beer guzzling-German captain in the form of Michael Ballack.

Can we please get Andriy Shevchenko??? Please...it would make me happy if he comes to Chelsea. But I think it's an impossible thing to do, to get Sheva here is no easy task. All we can do is wait and pray.

I hate Victor Valdes. He needs to be shot. I hate Ronaldinho [he tried to dive!] too. He needs to be shot as well.

Oh I absolutely forgot! On Sunday, they had their trophy parade. I'll show you some nice pics though!


Ah...the mighty captain and the magnifique trophy. An interesting combo...


I like the bus...ooh, Mar! Look at Joe's shirt! It looks like mine! Hahaha...



My vice-captain and the trophy! P/S: Nice shirt!


Beautiful. That's all there is to it! =D Mar, you like this pic too, right?


My three favourite players! Eidur Gudjohnsen, John Terry, and Frank Lampard. I hope Eidur won't leave Chelsea. I like him, he's the first blonde I've ever liked! My Blonde Maradona...


My two keepers! Petr Cech and Carlo Cudicini...you two rock!





C'est la belle. All 3 of them: FJL, the trophy, JGT.
I like the last pic by the way...he looked so fine.



Paulo Ferreira and Frank Lampard...pretty boys aren't they? P/S: He would have made a good watch ambassador. His chain is so nice!!! I like!=p


Tap tap...Back-to-Back Champions. That's who we are!


Ahh...big boss. Roman Abramovich and the beloved trophy.


The other big boss. The man who made it all possible. Jose Mourinho.

Toodles.

*Bluesy out!