I must say that I'm pretty disappointed and rather worried at what my other results may be. Didn't expect econs to be that bad so much that the whole day seemed spoilt by the very returns of the paper. We didn't get back everything but it was enough to see that it would be an E. I guess even the GP, which I so didn't do well in, just made the day longer and more monotonous than it ought to be.

But I should see things in perspective. They could be a lot worse. And Mr Harris talking about cookies and wrong spellings seem to slightly improve the mood. Saw Cheng Xun in school today and talked to him as well. Perhaps the seeing of old friends and joking around, plus the putting things into perspective kinda made the day lift itself out of the dreary mood. And I got back my History S, which saw me doing better than I expected so was happy about that.

Could be alot happier if Chelsea had beaten Liverpool but it's all good. I'm not saying don't sweat the small stuff, the small stuff does matter but maybe it isn't all "end of the world" either. Maybe this is the answer to my higher education that I've been looking for. Yet it's too soon to say this because the rest of the results aren't out.

This seemingly calm and careful reasoning is either quite enlightening or quite scary. There seems to be a peace about suddenly. seems... =)

First of all, please Claire!!! Help me with my ipod on thursday! I still have questions!!! Guess I'm not too good at the ipod thing huh.

Second, why is it that I bought myself 2 pairs of shoes this week? But they're so bootiful I smile whenever I think of them. Hope mum doesn't freak out over the fact that I bought 2 pairs when I was supposed to buy only 1. But they were calling out to me... I can't ignore the call!!! Hee.

So now I have a total of 4 dollars for the rest of the week. And it's only Tuesday.

Watched Shooting Stars just now. Haha, I think the Olinda one is so sweet!!! And the guy is actually quite good looking, but a bit nerd nerd. Oh no... Have I become like Hwee and started to like guys that look a bit toot??? Haha. If I ever start thinking about wetsuits, then I know Hwee has definitely gotten to me. But aiya, ha, I'm actually quite a sentimental person.

Eh. Don't know what to say in my blog except I'm worried about prelim results, have no one to go out with tomorrow, am too excited by Liverpool-Chelsea Champions League clash!!! Arghhhh!!! The anticipation! Can you see by all the !!!!!! how excited I am? !!!!!!

Still worried about my poor ipod. Boohoo.

Watch the Champions League clash! Must watch! Even non soccer fans should allow themselves to be drawn into watching. *nods head* Yes... I better stop typing before I give in to the urge to !!!!!!! away.

I did something really stupid today. I tried to transfer my ipod song list to the laptop and add new songs but I accidentally clicked something and all my songs disappeared from my ipod. Panic! So I immediately switched on the old cranky computer that overheats that had my original song library to try and salvage my ipod songs from disappearing into thin air. Ha. As luck would have it, the computer shut itself down after downloading 7 songs. Sooo.... my ipod has a grand total of 7!!! songs. Most of the previous songs were downloads which are stored in the same old cranky computer so I can't redo my songlist on this laptop.

I'll have to wait at least a day before trying to switch on the computer again. So angry. For the time being, I'm deprived of music. Which brings me to the question: So if you click update ipod on a computer that has no songs in itunes yet, your previous songs disappear and then how do you get them back? Argh. I guess I'll just try to play around with the whole mess after my hundred odd songs get transfered back to my ipod. (Which I really hope will happen, what if the computer refuses to last long enough to transfer everything back!!!)

Stupid stupid me.

Went to take family photo cum Dad's MBA graduation gown photo. I look fat. There were 2 different poses but the one where I look better has Dad looking like a giraffe with his neck sticking out of nowhere. Damn pissed off. Cos the boss, not the photographer, was like saying how I still looked okay and I knew he was lying so it just irritated me. And my sister was like saying don't make a big deal out of it but of course she would say that since she looked okay, whatever fat she had was being blocked by my father! My mum's too skinny to block me.

Let me tell you something. I don't like people saying "Oh, I'm so fat! Must go and lose weight!" Seriously, those people are saying that when they gain 1 kg to make their total weight 50kg or anywhere below 55kg. When I say it, that's really fat. So spare a thought for the fatter me. I have really low metabolism and I can take 1 day to put on whatever I spent the last few weeks losing. So please, if I ever, EVER, lose to below 55, I can say it. Not you. Unless you've experienced the whole putting on weight to 77 kg (That was my heaviest ever, gasp, yes, it's true!) and spent the last few years trying to lose what you actually put on in mere months. Then you're excused. Hmph. In case anyone's interested, I lost 16 kg in a year. So you can see the power of exercising and eating just a bit less of the fast food. I don't think I gave up much of my favourite food, it was the whole training and running and soccer that made the difference. Now I'm just stagnanting because I end up eating everytime I have to study so Prelim wreaked its havoc on more than my room (which became a war zone), it did its damage on my weight. Repeat: I have LOW metabolism.

And no, I did not lose much weight this year, more last year. I only lost a few kg so it's just my shirt that I'm wearing that makes me look like I lost weight. When I lose to 55, the whole world will know. Trust me. So no need to congratulate me on the previous weight loss. I'll just get semi-irritated because now it's not moving down, it's moving up. Do you know how long it takes to lose ONE kg?

Now my rant is over. I feel better. Not really. Considering that I've got to go to SN tomorrow to collect the cookies which sucks because I don't really feel like going out of the house and having to lug home 7 tins (of which 3 are for my friends, 2 for Quek, and 2 for Weemin) And I'll have to carry them (5 at least) all to school on thursday. On a bus. If it's not double deck, I'll be so pissed off I'll sit a bloody cab and people will suffer because they'll never hear the end of it. Of course if Chelsea trash Liverpool that thursday morning, I'll happily carry 10 tins or more to school. I mean trash. Like 3-0 or something. Heck, I'll even settle for 2-0

Actually I do feel better. It's just that sometimes having such a heavy weight really does get me down. (Cos I run and train and eat less cos my stomach shrank so it can be quite a daunting task sometimes knowing what I do doesn't translate into an equal proportion of weight loss for me) Oh well, just try and see, you people must try to understand too ok? Hee. Haiz. Ok, if you say you're fat once in a while though you're actually in the acceptable weight range, I won't mind. =)

The prospect of Chelsea and Liverpool match is making me feel better. Though I don't want a repeat of what happened the last time they met. (Cross reference to blog post about Mr Seet and his dancing with the Pools shirt)

Below post is all about football. Cept this bit of info! *got Lion King 2!!!* finally have all 3!!! Yay. *Dances on the ceiling*

Rawr. How dare Aston Villa break Chelsea's clean sheet record??? But the good thing is that Chelsea's broken Man U's 5 clean sheet records with 6 and now they've broken Newcastle's record of 6 wins from opening match with 7.

Chelsea 2-1 Aston Villa

Thanks Lampard. Those 2 goals made my day.

Man U 1-2 Blackburn

Can you believe that?

West Ham 0-0 Arsenal

With injuries, not very surprising that they drawed.

But lucky thing Chelsea still has max points. Next 2 matches are against Liverpool for Champions League and EPL. Same week. You don't have to guess to know what I hope the result to be. oh... and last week's Man U-Liverpool match turned out to be a bore (according to the papers) cos it was a draw. 0-0

My hair is irritating me. I want to straighten it!!!

Finished. Sense of relief? Not sure. S Paper material I am not.

At least the numbness prevents me from feeling much. But... Definitely happy.

I love the service from CitiGems! They have no problem gaining my eternal patronage. You know, it was a trainee that served me the first time but since then I always go back there. See, even trainees can be great! Plus, I was in my school uniform so I guess the fact that they treated me so well is kudos in some way to the service sector. But I can hardly say the same for some other jewellery brands. *cough* **k* Can be extremely pushy. But not CitiGems. But that rose gold ring that I wanted to get only have 5 pieces left in Singapore. Grr... It's really pretty, it's like rose gold with white gold and this row of diamonds that even describing it doesn't do it justice.

Have a nice day peeps, my television of which I've been deprived of is calling... And I'm going to go shopping. Need new sneakers. You know if Adidas has the dragon design one for normal shoes? Not for the football ones... so far I've only seen them on the football ones. Hmm....

Only 2 more days, only 2 more days. Countdown to my "freedom" at least for a bit. Apparantly you only get to experience that freedom for a mere one week because then you come back to school and relive the nightmare of the the horribly done papers when they give them back to you and you have to look through the stupid mistakes that you made.

Other lucky people have ended today or end tomorrow. I have to be so ... to continue taking lit of which I grr... have yet to really start studying for and I only have 2.5 hours left so woe is me. And still got the history S paper on thursday of which we have no idea how to study for. My ability to think in abstract terms has left me, not that I had much of it in the first place. The notion of Prelims ruins lives. Yes, it does. Unless you're one of those who gets 4 As without having to study really hard then I suppose you'll think I'm malignering. Well, after 7 consecutive days of Prelim (we discount the weekend) I ought to have the liberty of complaining for once. The papers I had one monday and today were somehow more numbing than I remember because I don't have any feeling in my stomach/toes/fingers after doing the paper. Probably because of frostbite. Hee.

On a nicer note, JT bought me the champagne truffle mooncakes! Thanks goes to Chermaine for letting him know where to get it. Was really surprised to receive the mooncake all wrapped up in its pretty wrapping with a note that said "Prelims are less painful with champagne truffle". Alas, he only gave me one because he said the rest were for his parents. But we ate the whole thing together, so fattening.

Can't wait for Thursday. You can chose to ignore me if I happen to send you an SMS that screams "IT'S OVER. IT'S OVER." over and over again. I'm imagining my euphoria and sheer bliss right now. It really ought not to be such a painful process.

From the post below, I conclude that my blog is not just mere ranting, look at the range of topics in just one post! It is about food, soccer, politics, societal issues and fun, and sometimes gossip. Of course I don't comment on politics/societal/economic issues all the time but at least it shows I'm thinking. So read my wisdom. (Even some bits from the soccer section are worth considering)

Hmm... I should stop eating mooncakes! But there's nothing in the house to eat, my sister just cooked pizza and I realised that she isn't sharing any with me. How dare she.

Have you tried this champagne truffle mooncake? I'm not sure which hotel it's from but it's absolutely sinful. Duh, since it's champagne truffle! I had it once last year and only got a wee mini mini piece this year but I'm dying to taste it again. Oh no, tomorrow's lantern festival, so I only have one more day to find it and buy it right? Do do think the hotels still sell their mooncakes about a week after lantern festival? After a week then I go and look for it. I can still remember the taste. Drop me a tag if anyone knows what I'm talking about and where to get them. :)

Enough about mooncakes.

Charlton 0-2 Chelsea. Whoohoo. 18 points. 6 wins. 6 clean sheets. May it continue.

"In my vocabulary the words are: work, be professional, do your best, work with quality, commitment and enthusiasm and respect. That is what I promise."
-Mourinho, on obligation to entertain not being in his footballing vocabulary.

I should think that this should apply in everything a person does. It should be my motto for 2005. It's a good motto.

Anyway, just to comment about some concerns.
1) We have good players, but do we have good men? In terms of the fact that not everyone will have a starting place in the squad considering how for a certain position there may be more than a few competing? Internal disunity will rock the boat. So, if we have good men, of good character to accept if they do not have a spot but will continue to work hard to earn their place in the starting 11, then we will be alright.

2) So far, we have won all 6 of the games. So clearly the opening match against Wigan is NOT how Chelsea is going to play for the rest of the season. They'll be better, and more hungry to win again. Mourinho is right, at the end of the day, a win's a win. It may not be fair (in the case of Wigan) but it is still 3 points. Having said that, I'm proud of Chelsea' performance but like any other fan, am hungry for them to show off their dazzling display of talent.

Tomorrow's Liverpool-Man U match should be an exciting one. No guesses on what I hope the outcome to be. A tie. =)

Enough about soccer.

Let's talk about the sediation act. They're going to revise it. What PM Lee said is worth considering- not just worth considering but worth applauding. I understand about freedom of speech but when you live in a multi-racial country like Singapore (I know: cliche) you have to make sure that the peace is kept. A single remark could spark off something entirely threatening to our very existence as a nation state. And again, political matters. So I shalln't say too much about it.

(But just in case someone actually accuses me of sediation, let me tell you now. I love Singapore. :P)

As a constant reminder to myself, I have 4 more days of exams. Whoohoo. Of which I have yet to begin studying for. The momentum has been lost in the euphoria of friday. Signifying the weekend, I tossed aside all worries and plonked down happily on the couch with a tall cold glass of juice and mooncake to spend the hours watching all the taped shows I missed while studying throughout the week.

I only wish friday had lasted longer.

The exams were tiring. I must say that I slept like a pig immediately after the papers for at least a while. Which let me with less than adequate time for revision. But I guess it's better to go for exams with a clear mind (even though you lack complete knowledge) than go there with a throbbing headache thanks to no sleep. Some people can study throughout the night but I'm not like those lucky people. (Fact: Caffine spoils your ability to think, it kind of diffuses information and attention span- this was from a recognized experiment that was conducted somewhere in the US)

Anyway, it's saturday and almost dinner time and I only studied one chapter of international history. Goodness me.

To make me motivated and happy, Chelsea's playing Charlton today. Please please Chelsea, show the public what you're made of so they'll stop commenting on the lack of form despite the consecutive wins! Still, a win's a win. Win by 4-0 today like you did during the previous season when you last met them! :)

Kingdoms and empires of the world are shakeable, but the Kingdom of God is unshakeable. He makes the world shakeable to remind us that His isn't.

I realised after Monday's Math paper that I was surprisingly optimistic, hopefully a C. Especially in comparison with Tue's History paper (That @#$% SBQ) and today's horrendeous attempt at Lit. I can't remember the last time I felt so helpless during a Lit paper, so much so that I actually did all 3 context questions. At least not this year. The hall is always so cold and my fingers freeze after less than an hour. I should wear gloves, only they impede the speed at which you write at a relatively large degree.

Yes, Monday was the day I moaned the least. Tuesday got relatively more groans. While Wednesday was stony silence in the face of eminent doom. I'm tempted to just adopt a lackadasical attitude towards the rest of my papers, but that's stupid. I shall just press on.

Please give me the strength to carry on, Lord.

There's still 6 more days.

The prelims are starting come monday. I wonder if the anticipation of waiting will kill me.

Thank you Lord for being my refudge, my shelter and my strength. I know I'll get through this with You beside me.

Thank you, those who said they'll keep me in their prayers. I really appreciate it.

I experienced a great worship today, and it just re-enforced the idea that You Lord, will satisfy all my needs. My life has been so different since I've come to know you more.

You're more than enough for me.

Good luck, my friends. We will survive. :)

Well... I was going to not blog for a few days because I wanted to admire my genius in cemeting the haha GAY thing on my blog for at least a while but I decided that perhaps doing Lit and Plath needed some recognition.

What can I say about Plath that we don't know? At first glance and after reading Ariel, I'm sorely tempted to dismiss her as insane and label her MAD with a capital M-A-D. Yes, I acknowledge her genius in using allusions and her fascination and ability to focus on the different aspects of death and life but really, after reading it, the sense of oppression and desolution present just impedes my ability to think. Too awestruck by her *cough* genius I suppose. I don't hate or love her poems, not the extreme, I appreciate her literary abilities, let's just leave it at that.

Went to see cars today with my daddy. (Ugh. Daddy from Ariel) I like the Mazda ones the best of all. Because it is a beautiful colour of red! And because the salesperson knew to target me. Dad is just concern about the price cos it's higher than Toyota and the Nissan Latio. He was supposed to just give me a lift to VJ and back to put my CIP card but he stopped by the car showrooms. Took up 4 hours! So I got to sit in cars that he test-drove. Man, why can't my dad be more hip and get the Sports Cars???

I'll probably edit this later to make it longer.

Ack! Do you know James Marsters has a SON??? Ok, actually that's to be expected. And even though he has a gorgeous British accent on Buffy, it isn't real. Yes, sadly it isn't real. Yes, now you know how much I love British accents.

He studied at Julliard... wow. And he released his solo album "Civilized Man" this year. I'm not too sure when but I should think it's fairly recent right? Hmm... I quite liked his stuff when he was with Ghost of the Robot (yes, that's a band) but haven't had the chance to hear his solo stuff. Shall go and try to download. Gah, he's hot. :)

Finales...

Chinese serial finales. Especially those olden day chinese dynasty kinds. Like Young Justice Bao II. (For your information, it really was very interesting, sort of an olden day CSI except without all the gadgets to get DNA and all) I suppose the ending was meant to show the hero/heroine/hero & heroine riding majestically into the sunset like heros of old, which the show did give, where Bao Zheng rides a horse towards a future of roaming the world. Except it showed him and his friend Gongsun Ce (who does look like a slightly pretty boy) and a little monk doing that. With his 4 guy subordinates running after him calling "Lord Bao! Lord Bao!"

It was a good scene, but my warped mind courtesy of slash fanfiction sent my mind into screams of "HOW GAY HOW GAY" I'm serious. Discounting the monk and the fact that lots of people are homoprobes, I would probably be able to write a good piece of fanfiction of the manly man and slightly pretty boy riding off into the sunset together. Added by the fact that Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce were running away partly from 2 women who obviously liked them and they weren't ugly! Now, won't you like any normal person think that perhaps they could be gay?

I'm sorry for ruining the story, please don't sue me, producers of the show. I'm still hoping that there'll be a third season. But there you have it, the really warped mind of Christine.

CSI is coming to an end. Wah.. my Greg.

Some bits of Chelsea news... There's going to be an official launch of the Chelsea FC Supporters Club on 11 Sep! Near Taka there, where they often have those tents. So if you're interested, though I doubt most people are, go take a look... Maybe you'll convert to a Chelsea supporter. Hee.

Anyway, just wondering but with the launch of the ipod Nano, which is supposedly really thin, do they continue to sell the ipod mini??? I don't see it anywhere in the Apple online website. Oh no... so if I wanted to buy another ipod mini after my battery in my pink one dies... then HOW? (ok, perhaps it's undue worry because what the hell am I doing thinking about this kind of thing when my mini is still working way fine?)

Do you know there's only 3 more days to prelims?? Everyone... ARGH.

Rawr. Just a random fact: I love Milk.

I just want to go out, have fun, eat good food without worrying about putting on weight and enjoying myself without the looming ominous cloud of prelims hanging over my head. Right now As aren't part of my worries because the prelims are coming first! Our stupid timetable is packed, one day after one... it's like some sort of neverending torture.

I never studied so much before. Even in secondary school, I doubt I studied all year round. Actually, haha, come to think of it, even in Junior college I didn't study all year around. It's just this period. The lack of holidays because it's a great idea to have exams right after holidays.

I'm supposed to be doing international trade right now and national income accounting and finishing it in time (2 hours) to watch my beloved CSI and EPL highlights. But I'm not.

Ugh. I have a very warped brain. Remember the dreams? Yup, I have warped dreams. Very very warped dreams. I don't even want to think of WHY in the world I happen to dream of what I did last night. Probably the leftovers of reading slash fanfics a few years ago. Perhaps looking through the X artbook brought all of it back. NO! Mustn't think of warped things no more. My subconsciousness... Like Sethe I intend to beat back the past. *rolls eyes*

I'm trying to think of some interesting gossip to spice up my blog. But it's sadly devoid of anything scandalous that people like *cough* J.. might be interested in. Haha.

Oh, as reading this article cum poll thing about whether a guy would choose to go out with a girl or watch a football match. I can offer you the solution. Take me out to dinner and then to a pub to watch the match! Ha. The best of both worlds. See, the good thing about me liking football. Only thing is that some of the guys I know don't watch football and don't support Chelsea. Nevermind, if you support Liverpool, we can go and watch a Liverpool-Chelsea match, especially if it's haha... the group matches for the Champions League. If it's Arsenal or Man U.. we can always go and watch them against Chelsea. =) But don't forget to bring me out for a nice dinner first! Pretzels and beer won't do. (This is some sort of advertisment isn't it)

After significantly taking more than 20 minutes to type out what may never be read by the vast majority of the world, which is a record for me... I shall attempt to publish the post and get my butt off the chair. Unless I walk past my vcd collection...

Inspired by YuXin's post... (haha, we seem to be inspiring each other to hopefully, greatness!) She commented that whatever happens to us in our dreams are actually happening to our parallel selves somewhere out there, or something to that effect. Oh no. That would be a wee bit freaky.

Dream 1
I'm trapped in a shopping mall with no money walking around with Mourinho, yes Mourinho, looking for a pair of Armani sunglasses.

Conclusion
I was reading an article on BBC sports about Mourinho's biography just before I fell asleep. I was also moaning about not getting that Armani sunglasses that I've wanted since June.

Dream 2
I go online and see an article called "Face it, it's over" Chelsea has been kicked out of the Champions League in the group stages.

Conclusion
I wake up, grab my handphone to see if CFC has messaged us telling us the news. Then it hit me that the matches have not even been played yet.

Alternative conclusion
I obviously have been studying too hard (haha right) and the only thing that I do aside from TV is read about Chelsea until it's gotten into my dreams. If it was a nice dream, I won't mind.

For example, if I had a dream that I was President or Prime Minister of a really stable and prosperous country, or where I married a hot rich guy and had a great career and great kids and lived in a really nice house and I had a beemer and now I know this is going to get way materialistic... (now we know Christine's dream) or where I was floating in cotton candy (I always wanted to know what it feels like to float in clouds) something nice you know.. NOT WEIRD ONES where I can't breathe or something eww-y. Trapped with jellyfish. Thanks Plath.

Smallville has ended. It ended in the same way it started season 1. With a meteor shower and Clark trapped in what looks like the Artic. And a spaceship in the field. It leaves me hanging. What happened to reality TV? Must have fizzled out but not totally because Survivor dunno how many is coming back soon. Not that I'm complaining because we all know that the only thing in the house that I control is the TV and not the computer. We all need a dose of backstabbing and mind boggling numbness to get through the studying. And this reminds me that I didn't manage to finish what I wanted to complete because CRV sucks.

Since we're complaining about TV, CSI, okay now please someone tell me when Greg's hair is going to go back to normal. I miss his ash blond hair.

Studying makes me fatter. Pooh. Keep on munching on whatever there is in the fridge. This wouldn't be a problem becuase it normally doesn't have anything nice to eat but with teacher's day and the cookies and chocolates... Argh! I wanna read a fashion magazine. I wanna do things that don't require thinking, after MATHS THAT EVIL EVIL FIEND HAS FRIED MY BRAIN. actually, it isn't THAT bad. Maybe it's just EVIL. not evil evil. When I don't panic it's ok, the only thing is that I mostly panic when I do math. so yeah. you see how it is.

"Professor Plum, you were once a professor in Psychiatry, specializing in helping paranoid and homicidal lunatics suffering from delusions of grandeur."
"Yes, but now I work for the United Nations."
"So, your work has not changed.."
-Clue

This is really funny. Haha. Probably because I'll be revising UN soon.

"Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, Chaos, Anarchy.. Now that's fun!"
-The Crow

Of course having chaos would probably shake up my bootiful world.

I am heeding JiaXun's advice on her plead for people to not stop blogging. So here it is, (though perhaps she may not be really interested in what I have to say considering the topic)

My dedication on that very special day that all teachers and students can partake in the holiday and where teachers and students share mutual good feelings about each other. Eww... so cynical but sometimes you just wonder why there's only just one day to honour teachers, perhaps it would be lots better to just respect your teacher by paying attention and handing up homework and appreciating their patience and effort (for those that actually do that, no offence but some don't) than spend money on gifts for a day and be a naughty troublemaker the rest of the year? Then again, we can't all be good angels 24/7.

Having said that, I don't mind the chocolates and cookies my mum gets that she shares with us. Hee. Reading some of their messages brings back memories and I think my teacher's day message to my teachers now would be different-more mature and more appreciative of what they've done. I know some time back I was a little disillusion by some of my teachers and their response to an incident that happened in SN and somehow that slight petty feeling remains. Nonetheless, through all the nagging (you all know from whom!), there are some that I've truly come to care about. Some that I don't have qualms messaging to tell them the happenings in my life.

There was a letter in the Straits Times about teachers being inspirational. I can cite a few teachers that are an inspiration to me and that would be Ms Heng, Lin Lao Shi, Mrs Yeo, my guiders, Long Lao Shi, Mr Song... and my JC tutors...

I'm thinking of getting Ms Bala a gift after the prelims actually, me being the GP rep one of the reasons amongst others. I think she's one knowledgable GP teacher! All the reps are going to give a card to the respective subject teachers I think. Hmm... actually the only thing I know Ms Bala likes is Buffy cos we were discussing it one day. OOh... James Masters is HOT. Digressing. Nevermind, after Prelims than think. I'll be relaxing for a while before ugh, studying again I should think.

Celebrated mum's birthday too, haiz, so we always tell her it's fate that she's a teacher.

I keep sleeping. And for the last time, please don't give me any more dreams that are so weird and warped! I really don't want to dream of eating vegetables when I'm sleeping.

Eww... and BTW, Beckham isn't really very good anymore right. Don't understand why there's still such a cult following. Oh thou art a fiend, Media! Must be all that hype. Guys if you can carry off a earring like him, I'm not going to stop you. But for some... words can hardly be adequate enough to describe my er.. disbelief at your sheer courage.

I need some financial planning. Did I mention that I love Disney movies? Having watched the Little Mermaid again... I think I would love to return to those childhood days just to watch those shows all day long. I can hardly watch some of them since my tapes have gone all moldy. Boo.

You light my fire