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Premiership Champions 05/06! It's finally official!

I'm delirious with joy. Words just can't describe how happy I am. Chelsea really won against Man United with style. 3-0! Happy happy with the scoreline. Celebrating at Monkey's Cafe with Chelsea fans is fantastic. Live match! Though it would have been much much better if ESPN has continued showing the celebrations. I cannot wait for the DVD of this season's review.

Dancing on the ceiling! Jose Mourinho threw his medal into the crowd. I wish I could have been there and caught it. Love love love. I shall put up more photos if I can find them. Happiness!

Now if only my law written test could go as smoothly as the scoreline.

To add on, I must say that I've come to love Chelsea so much because of their manager and the players (not just because suddenly my circle of football loving friends has expanded drastically as compared to secondary school days). I know deep down I'll always be Blue but I really hope Chelsea's admin doesn't do anything silly and let Mourinho go or something like that. Expectations are high certainly but that's a trophy winning manager we have! I love him to bits and will be very disappointed if he leaves before his contract is up. The ideal for me would be- he stays on until far beyond 2010 and until he intends to leave club management and go for country management. Fans of other football clubs probably can't understand the attraction but his style is just... so there for me. =)

To show that I am politically aware, I put forth this message. Knowing that the PAP hasn't gotten a majority and will form the next government is upsetting for me. It's great that there's opposition, great that people who thought they would never be able to vote have a chance to do so. Yet I just wonder how great it would be if by some freak accident of irresponsible voting the PAP loses the majority. Maybe it won't be this election, maybe the next.

It would be alright if the opposition was as world class as the PAP. Speak ill of the PAP and complain about their what not, but have you really thought about what they have done for this country to make it almost First World status? I'm not saying the opposition is entirely useless, they HAVE good candidates, but not all are better than what the PAP is offering. You can discount the PAP's efforts in building up Singapore by saying what has happened is history and past, but what's past is part of our present and future. No one is saying no to change but I do believe that while there have to be checks and balances, think about what the PAP has done for us, what they will continue to do and how their being in power will result in a stable Singapore.

The lawyers at today's interview put it to me: Would MNCs and investors stop coming because they may not have confidence in a new government not headed by the PAP? That's interesting to think about right?

I'm not saying no to a new government, perhaps a gradual change IS neccessary though I for one see no need for change for a government other than the PAP as they ARE doing their job. I won't hesitate to vote for the opposition if they fail in governing Singapore to the best of their abilities. So I put it to you: Don't vote for the sake of voting for the opposition. Vote sensibly because you know by doing what you've done, you're looking out for the interests of Singapore.

Having done with that, I hope no one sues me.

Today's law interview went okay but is okay good enough to get me in. After all, it is a comparison between me and others. I may be okay, others may be fantastic. I don't know but I certainly hope they were happy with my opinions. [They asked me to talk about anything and I spoke of the GE even though I gave them other options, thought they might not want to hear such a repeated topic but they seemed quite happy discussing it] My sister's blog does speak of this issue too so interested people can go take a look.

On to more light hearted things.

Sometimes I can be such a selfish little snit head that I'm ashamed and amazed. At others, I tell myself that I'm not because other people are worse. I dislike those people who say they're your friend but don't make the moves to call you out to hang or find out how you've been doing until they decide they need you in some way or other and then its 'let's do the hanging thing'. I understand some people are busy and stuff so they can't do it often but you know those people I'm talking about. They simply don't care enough about you until they need something from you. They're the kinds you want to stab with a fork.

Does it seem like I'm a very needy person? I guess I would say I'm an appreciative one. And sometimes it's nice to hear your friends say 'thank you for being my friend' so that it won't seem as those I need you more than you need me. Hmm. I'm in a weird sort of mood. But yeah you know I'm that kinda person.

I went to highlight my hair yesterday. I'm moving towards the point of saying it was a mistake but I'm still debating on that. I certainly didn't choose the colour and because my hair was already dyed brown previously, the hairdresser did the highlights for me that turned out light yellow. A bit lian I would say. However, after washing it today and combing it, it looks worse for the wear to be honest. The dryness of it is even more obvious with the light colour and I'm in the midst of wondering if I should go and dye it back to brown or something. Knowing my family, the comments I would get if I went ahead and did that would be more than enough for me to say just stick it out and wait for the colour to fade. My sister says I look weird and I have to say that it may be okay but will probably take some time to get used to it. I also don't have the money to dye it back. Actually I do but I find it such a waste to go ahead and redo it. It cost me about 30 to get the highlights which is really a steal when most people do highlights for 80 plus, the point remains that redoing my hair would waste time and money. I guess I'm simply not used to it yet.

Oops. I finally figured out why I'm so free today. I was supposed to meet a friend for dinner but so far he has yet to confirm with me so I'm taking it as a no go. I was supposed to start my "reasons for wanting to do law" on the law application (which I received on saturday praise God) but it's so difficult trying to express interest as a reason because then you ask, so what was it that was so interesting and I honestly can't answer that. This really requires some thought. I wanted to do law because it provided me the analytical reasoning that I need and there's something so satisfying in closing a court case or working on a deal in business law. I guess it's the 'win win win' mentality that seems to be present in law that makes me want to pursue it. Undeniably there's the prestige and 'make lots of money as a lawyer' attached to it but after considering if I wanted to do law because of the above reasons, I realised that it's not that true after all. Even if being a lawyer didn't carry prestige or money (I want to be involved in pro bono work anyway) I still want to pursue it because of the interest I have in it. My interview is this Friday and the written test is on Sunday morning and after that I can worry myself to death until I get accepted or rejected.

My heart is beating a gazillion beats per minute and I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. I told myself after Liverpool scored their second goal that it was time for bed because it seemed sad to wait up until the end of the game only to witness the crowing of Pool supporters. But the love for Chelsea and the game refused to let me have my blessed sleep and therefore here I am, hoping that they'll get an equalizer and go on for extra time because Drogba scored, even if it means depriving me of sleep for yet another half plus hour.

In the whole scheme of things, football is but a game, the FA semi final is just a semi final. Yet there has to be something special about football that draws me to follow it to the brink of insanity, where somehow I can hardly fall into sweet darkness if we draw/lose and have to settle for the restless heartache and sore feeling. I think, however much faith I have in my beloved, that our dream for the Double is over.

People will say 'it's only a game' 'don't be sad, they still have the premiership' and all that but until you're a true fan, you won't really get the heartbreak of the loss. I can't understand myself why I feel so strongly about the game, but like I said before, knockouts are sad. Truly.

I'm not being melodramatic (there's the word again-my blog posts aren't supposed to be) but I think I feel the beginnings of tears. At least it's better to weep than to feel that numbing pain. Why? Why when the Double was so tangible and in our grasp?

To see Chelsea 1-2 Liverpool with a FT that serves as a confirmation of a lost dream...

Look, I can be an optimist, I can look beyond a season and be thankful of at least silverware but at this moment, just let me be, let me have my few minutes (maybe hours or days even) to get over it. Heck, the arrogrance of the manager gets my nod because I'm so like him (except bearing less wit). That being said, I believe in Chelsea and my faith isn't easily misplaced.

Let me just explain how football pairings work. It's what enthusiatic fans who love seeing their favourite players together come up with, especially when they're celebrating a goal or a win. Understand? I mean, these pairings may or may not be true but personally I love, and I know it's quite a favourite pairing among fans, John Terry and Frank Lampard. Yes, I'm pretty sure you must have gotten it by now.

Seeing pictures of Chelsea players sends me into fits of swooning estascy. And even better, I've found a site backpageimages.com that gives lots of pictures taken from matches.

I was going to go offline to catch American Idol 5 results show but then I went to televisionwithoutpity and clicked on the recap which told me that Ace is out. Which means no more motivation to watch so am staying put at the laptop typing out nonsensical stuff for people to read.

I want to go to Zouk. Or pubbing. I like pubbing. Somehow everytime I go with my friends to a pub, we only buy a couple of drinks, share them and get the tastes all mixed up and spend the rest of the evening/night talking which is pretty fun because the company's fantastic.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone feels like me, sometimes I can feel completely alone when surronded by people. Maybe that's because the more people/friends that are around, the more people you can talk to and sometimes they ignore you because they want to talk to other people? I don't know. Perhaps that's why I'm more inclined to trips out with one or 2 friends. 4 seems to be the max. I find it more difficult to confide in people these days, I'm afraid that I'm making a moutain out of a molehill and that my problems seem too bothersome, old and repeated. I guess it's the whole "It's not you, it's me" kind of thing? Haha. Not to sound all melodramatic or anything because life really isn't treating me extremely badly. It's just reached a stage of something-what, I just can't put my finger on.

I guess I should stop this dialogue with myself, it's going nowhere except making me more confused.

I think I should go and watch the Chelsea DVD again.
Go watch this too http://youtube.com/watch?v=IF8TPHgWBDA&search=soccer%20bloopers and http://youtube.com/watch?v=v5Xzo1Y-FlU&search=soccer (w11)

I came across the most romantic place for a meal and your face was the first that came into my mind. The sad thing was that I brushed it aside because I told myself I should have known better than to carry the burden of expectations.

Kissing the long fingertips that brushed the pattering droplets of rain.

When the tears mingle with the rain, it's hard to tell if the rain is washing them away or adding to them.

I went shoe shopping with YuX on Monday. Actually, it was supposed to be a law interview preparatory thingy. It was to a certain degree when we were eating because we were discussing important and worldly issues and not gossiping so I think that definitely counts as doing some work. But then shoe shopping. Anyway, I bought 2 pairs of really pretty really nice shoes, one from X:odus and one from Substance. No, the one from Substance wasn't very expensive because it was on sale. I wore that yesterday. Painful because it squashed my toes together since it was like pumps except heeled. I shall attempt to do something to make sure the next time I wear them they won't hurt because they're so cute on my feet.

It's weird how when choosing between pain or pretty, my mind eschews the logical. I am a girl. My mum calls my shoes nice but impractical. Hmph. I can run in heels okay.

My eye check up satisfied me because there wasn't much change to an already frighteningly high degree. Will be contact-less for a week because they're sent for servicing.

Went to the Liverpool FC shop at UE Square with Amanda yesterday, was actually quite surprised at how small it was. Apparently it's run on a voluntary basis, not like the huge Man U one. Still, quite exciting even though I felt lost in the sea of red. Chelsea doesn't have a shop so quite sad, unless they have one and I don't know. Even sadder. At least I still have Nat in the UK to help me order stuff, right Nat? Haha, I love her.

Milan 0-1 Barca. Sad. I want Milan to win the CL now that Chelsea is out. Ugh. Heart-wrenching memories that one. Don't think about it. But Milan still have the second leg to fight back!

Chelsea didn't lift the trophy on Monday. Yes, that can be seen by Dawn's tag, her first ever on my blog. =) But lifting it against United next week will be nice. United isn't going to make it easy for us though. Petr Cech was injured in the game against Everton, he got 10 stitches. Poor baby. Clarence says that I make it sound as though he's my boyfriend or something when I wrote that in my MSN tag. If only. All the Way Jose has become cheaper since the paperback version is out. Lucky thing it was a Christmas present but anyway, this kind of book being hardbacked is better since it's more durable and the spine doesn't get creased and ugly.

I'm meeting Clara later for prata at Thomson Prata House. I better go practice my piano soon.

Being sick is such a bummer. Especially since I spent my whole Easter weekend in bed. I missed the Friday and Sunday services as well as piano and the cell BBQ. Boo. I only sleep sleep sleep. Lost my appetite and only sweet things made me hungry. Unfortunately we only had banana cake for sweet things. And because I was stuck in bed all day, this lack of food didn't even make me lose weight.

I'm stuck in the midst of self medicating. I can't go to the doctor's because I think I'm almost better except for sudden coughs and flu stuffed nose and I don't want to waste anymore money when I'm almost better. And I didn't go to the doctor's initially because I was hoping that self medicating with past medicine (drug abuse that's what it is!) would make me well. It did. But now I'm running out of medicine.

So even though I'm technically not altogether well, I shall go on with my plans next week as arranged. I refuse to be seen as a lazy sleep all day person. The brown in my hair is fading. I'm thinking of having highlights without dying my whole head.

My sister and I were going "John Ter-ry. John Ter-ry" yesterday because the man scored with a header to put Chelsea in front at Bolton. And Lamps got himself on the scoreboard to break a midfield record of 15 league goals. Yay!

Countdown to another championship! It may happen tomorrow if Chelsea beat Everton and Man U drop points! *Eyes shining brightly!*

Cynicism in its purest form?

Baby, that's reality!

I shall ignore ignore ignore.
Some problems are best solved by ignoring the mutters of nutcases.
Some people are just asking for it.

How do you stop feeling sorry for yourself?

It's always when I fall sick that I indulge in self pity. Even more so than when I'm just in one of my various "moods". Or is it the other way round. I'm not sure but I know that I don't want to go back to blaming everything on PMS and going around with a black look on my face just because I'm not feeling happy.

Who doesn't like feeling happy? One would say that I'm relatively stress-free, exam-free, thingy-free but when you're sick, nothing else really seems to matter except the stupid nagging sore throat and blocked nose. It's the first signs. I'm hoping it doesn't go into the second stage of fever. As long as I'm happy and upbeat, I'm sure I can beat back the 7 signs of aging! Actually, it's signs of fever but I've been influenced too much by ads on tv.

I hate cancelling plans or postponing them. It makes me feel so irresponsible. And when I'm not out of the house and the father is still at home, any lying in bed after 8 is seen as lazy and useless. So even if I'm out with friends and not necessarily working, the mere fact that I'm out doing something other than sleeping/lying in my bed reading or whatever may be taken as doing something worthwhile. I'll like to see the logic in that if you please.

I can't help that I like sitting in bed reading Lolita. Must I be taking a piece of paper and analysing each sentence sitting prim and proper at the dining table to be seen as using my brain? It doesn't help that I'm not well and HAVE to be napping in order to recover, which again is seen as lazing around with nothing better to do.

I should be signing up for classes. And my relief teacher pay kena cut by more than 100 bucks for CPF. Very annoyed. That would have given me about 3 pairs of 40 buck shoes. I'm too young to have CPF. But then again, most of my friends also have their pay going into CPF so I shouldn't complain.

Anyone for sushi? I should be up and about proper by next week. Finally I can go shopping.

Yesterday, before dining with Benita, (which I shall go into later), I stepped into CityLink's HMV to browse and look see. As always, I head to the Sports Section and look sadly at the Chelsea Centenary DVD because it is 75 bucks and scarily expensive. Anyway, I found that the Special Package Chelsea Edition which comprises the Season Review plus the Chelsea Centernary plus the Barcelona-Chelsea game, all 510 gorgeous minutes of Chelsea love is going at 113 bucks. Okay, considering that the Season Review cost 65, and I already have it, buying the Centernary would bring it to a grand total of 140. I've been cheated. It's not the point that I didn't pay for the Season Review since it was the parents who gave it to me as a birthday gift but that's not the point.

Furthermore, to compound my agitation, the Liverpool Season DVD is selling at a mere 14.95. I was convinced that some hapless clerk had, in his ignorance, pasted the wrong Spring Sale sticker price. But I was wrong. According to the laws of supply and demand, HMV probably thought that everyone would buy anything Liverpool because they were Champions of Europe last season. So they brought in too much stock and now it's selling at 14.95. In comparing 65 with a rounded 15, I can only say I am glad that Chelsea's DVD is not selling at the low price after I bought it because it would have given me a heart attack.

Anyway had Carl's Junior with Ben and it was nice seeing her after quite a while but we didn't talk as much as I would have liked to probably because of the other people with us. Oh well. I also caught a slight flu which became worse because I went out today and got caught in the rain coming home. And my left cheek is going numb. Just Great.

I think the interview at SMU went really well. The professors were really friendly and geninuely interested in me. I think it's much easier to have a solo interview because then you're freer to express who you are, social science luckier than biz which I heard is a group interview. I realised that the campus is really pretty and the atmosphere there reminds me of VJ, which I, after all my complains about the bus trips there, sorely miss. They kinda hinted that I would get an offer from them and I clarified that it was indeed not true that straight As would get you in automatically.

Since for me, political science/international relations and law are on par, with law perhaps slightly higher, I will certainly be considering seriously SMU's offer (if there really is one) if they throw in a scholarship as well. Haha. Which was also something they brought up. I was honest about my preference for law. I know I really spoke from the heart which they seemed to get. Why am I talking about this when I haven't even heard from NUS or gone for the law interview. I know I wanted to be a lawyer since Secondary school so at least if they reject me I'm happy with SMU and it won't seem like a second choice. How can I say this without seeming fickle minded. I'm not. Just considering my options like everyone else. There IS no easier course of study. Do not judge me! (Am I punning? I'm punning!)

Piano was frustrating again. My teacher kept me for 2.5 hours. She's never going to beat last week's record of 3 hours. Not that I want her too. Just can't get the tone right. Feel the music! It's just so mentally exhausting. It's the kind of lethargy that sleeping can't cure.

Mourinho was photographed carrying an LV bag and going into Prada. He looked hot. Someday I'm going to have a MontBlanc pen because they are gorgeously smooth to write with. The someday is now. Prada and Armani can wait. Am not materialistic. It just can't be helped that branded stuff feel better for clothes and are of much higher quality for goods. Am not living in denial.

Today I'm going to be an Arsenal supporter because they're playing Man United. If they beat United, Chelsea's lead goes back to double digits if we win West Ham. But the predictions are more in United's favour. We'll see.

Speaking of which, it's sad to think that I would need a box just to kiss Petr Cech. I can wear very high heels! *Hopeful look* Ah, he doesn't have to be tall, just very sweet to me. =)

Beddy time. It's 12.57am in the morning.

Sometimes Christine Ong loses her brain.

On a nice hot sunny day, instead of deciding to wait until the sun wasn't blazing killer hot at 1130am, she decided that she absolutely had to leave the house and proceed on foot all the way from her ulu condo where there is only 1 feeder bus service all the way to the nearest mall to return library books. Why? Because she didn't want to wait until later in case she was too lazy to go. Could she have waited another day to return the library books? After all, it would only cost a mere 30 cents, a small price to pay in exchange for her not melting and spilling her guts on the sidewalk. No. Her conscience and principle of the thing (as the father likes to say) refused to allow her to do that. "It's not the money but the principle of returning the books on time! Be a considerate Singaporean!" *Snorts* Now we know what else Christine has inherited in the gene pool from the father. Insanity.

I'v inherited alot of things from my father but I only wish I didn't inherit my parents' height. Unfortunately, genes work in that funny way of theirs and so I often dream of marrying a tall (dark and handsome) guy, like say Petr Cech who has a height of a whooping 1.97m which even if you add my height and divide by 2 would still be really substantial for our children. But I'm digressing. I shall continue.

My legs and arms were still aching after yesterday's badminton session with YY. Yet I trudged all the way there. Not only because waiting for the feeder bus makes a person grow much older but because of the desire to save 64 cents. Anyway, at least I got my conditioner after such a long time and I bought dish sponges for the kitchen. My mum said to me "Buy sponges!" Then as an afterthought "Buy more than one!" Well, I assure you I understand the principle of Economics of Scale and even without econs knowledge, common sense would tell you that you would buy kitchen sponges in bulk, or at least in 3s that they come in rather than buying just one. It's like asking you to buy toilet paper and then saying "Buy more than one roll!"

My Jose Mourinho has been voted second best dressed man of 2006. Some poll in GQ magazine voted by celebrities. He came in second to Clive Owen, this Hollywood actor. Armani suits do their job well enough! Attitude comes with style, I always say. Hot pink dresses are like so hot please!

Disappointments, the cliche "broken promises, shattered dreams", they produce such a gut wrenching feeling that turns the stomach and makes you feel like curling up into a ball and willing the world and events around you to vanish, to leave you alone. Yet we're, (fortunately or not) stuck in a world where we can only be ignored or ignore others for a short period of time, before we're drawn back into the cycle of relationships and dealing with people.

I'm not sure how things are going, perhaps still lost in the myriad of possibilities at where my life is going. Yet I know it's only a matter of time before my options fade into one solid real one as the A level-Uni break disappears and it's back to using the old noodle. I still feel much happier rotting away. This April is going to be stressful. I already have one interview lined up this Friday at SMU. May it go well.

I'm rather glad my students miss me. It shows that at least I have some competency in teaching. Either that or I'm a really nice person. No sniggering please.

I'm sure Eugenia has heard Clarence say this before but I just think it's funny.

[We parted. Your eyes, oh how they spoke] says:
Clarence Theory

[We parted. Your eyes, oh how they spoke] says:
Eugenia = Food

[We parted. Your eyes, oh how they spoke] says:
Food = Eugenia

I'm so sad. How could Chelsea draw with Birmingham. And Dawn is right. Dan is such a bad Chelsea fan that I should sit on him (according to her). He has returned to his Arsenal roots. Never mind. I think Arsenal is pretty okay since I support it after Chelsea. I still love Chelsea. But to plan a victory parade even before the season is over? We still have tough matches left to play away from Home! Anyway, since it's been a furstrating day (read below) I am feeling slightly touchy towards people (aka fans of other football clubs) who on MSN tell me stuff like what a lousy result or whatever. Makes me want to throw something.

I really hate people spamming my tagboard. It's immatured. I also refuse to reply to people on MSN or via SMS if they call me Ms Dong. Once is okay, even funny but too many times just makes it disrespectful and irritating. I'm sorry but it's annoying. Stop it. And no, I don't want to kill YiShu but I just don't like it that you've encouraged people to spam my tagboard AND call me Ms Dong. Even though I'm no longer your teacher, there has to be a line drawn between students and teachers. If there's mutual respect, it becomes friends.

Today has been an exceedingly furstrating day. I had piano for almost 3 plus hours because my teacher gave me both sight singing and sight reading. The good thing is that I'm getting better at sight reading. Yet I still get confused when sight singing because the teacher is playing like the Tenor part as accomplement and you're singing like the Alto/Soprano part. And apparently my pieces for Grade 8 are okay, the notes are okay but the tone isn't. Tone isn't something that can be taught easily, it has to be felt. Really difficult and furstrating playing the same bar over and over again and sometimes not having any idea what you're doing wrong. This week has been furstrating. I've had to rerere-mark the geog graded assignment bcause there were mistakes in the mark scheme. I'm quite glad in a way that from today onwards, I don't think I'll be working but more so concertrating on preparing myself for interviews (gasp the law one is coming current affairs help!) Plus, I need to collect A results treats and give them too! Ha.

Right now I am going off to install Winning11 courtesy of Clarence Chew (the great) and not the one in my class because thanks to him I can play it on my computer forever and ever! My sister says write Hail Clarence.