i want to blog about how kickass manic street preachers was on monday. but i got distracted by ohnotheydidnt. so shoot me.

i still don't get my fascination with alex greenwald. dude is stinky. and i want his bag. i'll prolly get a similar one for australia. but in black. and from army market.


you'll only see this in hollywood. jim/john a seat away from david i-got-penyek-voice beckham. can i say wtf?!


jim/john all sexay! flannel shirts = <3


one word for this week. scatterbrain.

i met someone who talks like me. but he's a dude.

i nearly died watching this.


i want a scottish fold so badly.

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this weekend was good. loads of family time and afternoon naps. i feel like a cat.

another reason why my granny is made of WIN.

aunt: eh, i think i need a facial.

me: oh okay. i'll tell vee.

granny: eh, i also want facial!

me: what for?

granny: must look nice. want to meet mat (means guys in malay lingo).

and the whole car burst out laughing. :D

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MANIC STREET PREACHERS TOMORROW, BITCHES!!! i can't farkin wait.

as much as i want to sleep early and wake up early, i'm constantly sabotaging myself. it's 1am and i'm wide awake. tomorrow, i'll wake up at 8 only to roll around in bed till late. i'm usually rushing to work. maybe it's cheap thrill. if not, why do i subject myself to it all the time. it doesn't make sense.

i don't believe ernests self-mutilated his arms. please don't die.

my room is a freakin disco. the light is blinking like there's no tomorrow. i'm not feeling studio 54. at all.

i'm not in a happy state. i still have a slight case of ted-ness. and it sucks. can you spell delusional?

i think regina spektor is so-so adorable. can i have her voice?

i bought the history boys dvd. technically i have 2 now. both us and uk versions. it was going for 10.95. (1) i cannot resist a great deal (2) i'm a whacked THB fan (3) i need to get a life.

i hate/love facebook.

hair fetish.

if i could make a wish
i think i'd pass
can't think of anything i need
no cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
nothing to eat, no books to read


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facebook is making me ill. and i don't know why i feel queasy when i think of melbourne. not the australian open. something else. and i can't breathe. i love his hair. and his eyes. that's all i know. what a sad fuck. i think i'm not okay.

THIS definitely made my day. *GRINS*


JIM HALPERT CALLED?! like wtf right? that's my friends (special thanks to sootley) at work humouring me. i will still marry jim if he's gay. period.

cupcakes = LOVE


birthdays aplenty! and it's making me broke. and angsty. cause plans for the australian odyssey isn't finalised. i want everything done PRONTO! maybe it's the stress from work.

i'm always glad to return to tennis though. can i say, painkiller?

just for entertainment sake, i'll list my tennis boyfriends. stop rolling your eyes. my auntie kept referring tsonga as, "eh, you're 2nd boyfriend.." GAH! i can't help it. head giddy.

boyfriend #1 - ernests gulbis aka my latvian wonderboy


boyfriend #2 - jo-wilfried tsonga aka young ali


boyfriend #3 - gilles simon aka the guy with the heart-shaped face


and they're BFFS!!!


don't they look cute together?

i'm filled with glee every time i see them together. <3

p/s the week ain't too shabby.

my cats seriously lack table manners. i feel like sending them to a social etiquette class or some shit. interrupting people when they're having their meals just because you smell fish is not a good enough reason to jump on the dinning table!

forget the cliched yes we cans. or even, change we can believe in. just mere minutes after being elected president, barack obama have been immortalized in a quote. one that i will cherish forever because it echoes the truth.