*Woody Woodpecker Laugh*

a line from today's paper:

"..he's so honest, his father should have named him Frank."

Lol! How come I never heard that one before.

OMG this clearly shows I'm going stir-crazy from trying to research The Homecoming.

Zero reference material online...

If got also have to pay...
Desperate enough to pay then find out the site bluff people one...
Have to cancel credit card...
Try to look for an actual Casestudy book but it's been out of print since 1971...
*bangs head loudly on table*

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll just lie down here and wait to die, thankyouverymuch.

I Think I'm In Love.

Wouldja just look at that. Edible humour!
I can't take it. I'm in the virtual presence of a cupcake pops Goddess.
Needless to say, I am in awe. A-W-E.
Bakerella's a genius. A revolutionary. A sifu in all things sweet and cutesy.
*kowtows*

***

While I recover from being starstruck, let me show you what happens to people who happen to be unfortunate enough not to have Internet connection for days.

They become Google and YouTube deprived, and pick up a pen and scrap paper and start to doodle.

What it's supposed to be: Katara waterbending.

Yes yes her skeletal arm is me compensating for my own chicken wings through squiggles.

WISTB: Katara's mugshot. XD

Using Scribbles, a program similar to Paint, but you use your fingers and a touchscreen.
Not bad, eh? Almost looks human. Albeit unevolved.

WISTB: Midori.

See, I tried color this time! Scribbles has 9 colors, black and white being non-colors, so I thought why not.

WISTB: A depressed and anorexic (and very lazily scrawled) Katara.
Katara mania LOL.

(And no, nobody would buy my squiggle for 780, 000 pistachios; that's just the price of a Ferrari my bro was fantasizing of owning.)

WISTB: Anyone who manages to guess correctly as to whose face I've mutated gets 50 points!

(please ignore the liquid paper marks and the grey rectangle which has colonized the most part of her nose)

WISTB: Failed attempt at drawing men for a change.
I swear he started out angmoh... and ended up Ah Beng.
(he's some guy from One Tree Hill I think)

The quarter-squiggle to the right is Aang doing the Caramelldansen, which is a really annoying and/or adorable song-and-dance routine (think Para Para Sakura).


Well there you go.
Proof that I was reallyreallyreally bored.
And a confidence-booster for all doodlers!
Don't be afraid to suck, 'cause nobody can suck more than me!
(no dirty thoughts please; it's Lent.)

PS: I'm insanely addicted to the Sony T700 commercial's jingle.

*scat*
If you could come out and play with me
Then life would be everything it could be
Everything will be fine
If you say you'll be mine
My looooove.

*scat*

We'd laugh and sing and the sun would shine
Happy together just wastin' time
Everything will be fine
If you say you'll be mine
My looooove.

Bye-bye.

See ya real soon okay. ;)

There Are Nasty People In This World

(Note: draft written on Thursday, 19/02/09 and published only today thanks to Streamyx.)

I GOT BANNED FROM A CAR PARK.

Here's what happened:

Me: Hello.
Kanasai: So. Ten dollars ah.
Me: Wha...?
Kanasai: Six for today, four for Tuesday.
Me: What! I told you I didn't come on Tuesday what. I thought I told you yesterday.
Kanasai: Oh no. You came. You parked here. I even wrote it down. See. *shows me a paper with columns and four-digit numbers on it*
Me: But I wasn't here on Tuesday!
Kanasai: You were here. Ten dollars. Please.
Me: Look, I wasn't here on Tuesday. I told you that. And do you have any idea how many cars have the number 1328 listed on their license plates?
Kanasai: No, no. It's your car. Ten dollars.
Me: Look, it can't be lor, okay, because my Daddy wasn't in Bangkok on Tuesday so I didn't have to drive myself ov...
Kanasai: *rolls eyes* Look, I don't care whether your Daddy was in Bangkok (said with the suppressed contempt; I suspect the poor man's never had a chance to see the outside of Seremban) or not on Tuesday... I have proof (got emphasis one!) that it was you; so, ten dollars. Please. (again with the "ten dollars fullstop please"! I damn scared lor okay.)
Me: Well excuse me, but it wasn't (I also can emphasize my words!) me. I'm gonna give ya six bucks, and that's it.
Kanasai: *snatches my six bucks* Fine. I'll take your six dollars. Now you can leave; don't ever come back here to park again.
Me: (Screw you.) *drives off*

Like seriously, watafak?!
Do I seriously have the face of a person who looks like I'm gonna cheat you of RM4?!
And even if I was dastardly (and daring) enough to drive (MY FATHER'S) car OVER the divide on Tuesday, to escape a FOUR-DOLLAR FEE, then pray tell, why did I happily pay you six bucks on Wednesday and today?
I would have to be the biggest dumbass ever!

Anyhoo, like the sad, sad person that I am, I drove out quietly without any fuss, and promptly started crying as soon as I turned the corner.

I've never felt so bad before - if there's anything worse than being accused of being a liar and a cheat, is being accused of being a liar and a cheat, without reason, without actually having lied or cheated, by a complete stranger. Damn ouch okay, some random f'ler takes one look at you and decides with the utmost confidence that you are not to be trusted. OUCH, I said.

Naturally, after managing to drive home reasonably safely between sobs and teary eyes, Mommy saw my eyes all red and puffy, so she grabbed me by the arm and drove BACK to Carlton Star Car Park and demanded an apology.

That's my Mom for ya.

The words, "I'm sorry, okay?"
could not have come out more strangled than it would have out of a throttled dog.

Then, being after being malufied and all (cos my Momma had proof, too: my appointment card, which I forgot about, that being the other reason I did not even go to college on Tuesday), he still insisted that I can't come back to park there, to heck with it being a public car park and all, he doesn't like me, and that there are plenty of other car parks in the area.

And when questioned about why he felt the need to use such a brusque tone on me, he dawdled for a bit before he finally said it: "..when people try to cheat me... I just tell them off."

Fucker!

Basically what he's implying is, that despite that sorry excuse for an apology, I'm still a liar, a cheat, a troublemaker and whatever. (Like wow, I had no idea I looked so badass. *rolls eyes*)

Apparently if I continue to park there I will continue to cause even more problems for him, and so he plans to ban all cars with the numbers 1328 on their license plate from parking there. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it sure sounds like what he plans to do.

Daddy says he'll park there tomorrow deliberately using the same car. Lol.

Truth be told, I chose Carlton because it's open-air and in full view of two very busy main roads, and being the bicepless wimp that I am, I need to be safe and alive enough to see the day Leehom-baby finally proposes.

Sure I can park on Terminal's roof, it'll only cost me RM2.10, but I have to walk a block, and the building's pretty old and shady. And a known molester/kidnapper/delinquent/drug addict's haunt (all accusations made with solid proof, unlike some), so thank you very much.

Plus I liked the previous attendant, an uncle who forever wore a white button-down, red fisherman's hat and Soulja Boy shades. Quite a character, I know. But he was the nicest parking attendant ever, he'd make it a point to have a light chat when you arrive or leave, and inform you about their promotions that'll help you save on the parking fee. Plus he patrotically guaranteed that for the ridiculous six bucks, that my car would be safe for sure. How could I not park there. Seriously have no idea why and how he got replaced by this A-hole.

Sigh. Anyhoo Mom's still not happy, and she's gonna talk to Carlton's general manager or something or rather tomorrow, and hopefully the next time I park there my tyres won't get slashed or something.

Say... If I park there anyway and my car gets damaged, will he be liable? After all he told me not to park there...
(Contract and tort graduates, help me out here!)

The part I'm unhappy about is why I didn't handle the matter myself.
I cannot forever depend on other people to fight my fights for me, that's just... pathetic.
No sugarcoating it.

Dr. Buddy Rydell: Dave, there are two kinds of angry people - explosive and implosive. Explosive is the type of individual you see screaming at the cashier for not taking his coupon. Implosive is the cashier who remains quiet day after day and then finally shoots everyone in the store. You're the cashier.

I don't wanna shoot people.
Jail got no WiFi cannot blog lah
But I don't wanna be my Mom either.
Oh what should I do!!!
Oh where oh where is that little girl who used to get into fistfights and love it.
I could really use her right now.

Sigh. I wonder now if it's worth it to park there for the same six bucks minus the friendly attendant and with the added risk of my windows being "unknowingly" smashed in...

Now, don't tell me my paranoia's setting in again... Who'd expect some uncle to randomly start accusing you of cheating and lying and mengada-ing? And ban you from "his" car park?

Oh yeah he claimed that HE owned it worh. Pfft.
Let me tell you this:
The lot is the size of a school (used to be Mom's school, in fact), and to rent the lot, you'd have to have a significant amount of the green stuff, and you really expect me to believe that you, the PARKING LOT ATTENDANT, are the big tauke? Nigga prease!
Okay okay the chapter on HR said I cannot discriminate.
Fine.
Okay, big tauke, if you're the owner, rolling in banknotes and all, then pray tell:
Why on earth would you get to work at 8am, and sit in that stuffy shed till 8pm?
You tell me.

I'm sorry but I just can't get over it. Do things like this happen to regular people too, or is it just me and my "kenakan-able" factor? (anyone who says "face problem" will get one tight slap)

Should I just brave the drug addicts and park on the roof?

Grr. For what fuck. I want to park there means I want to park there because I can and I'm bloody paying you, and you better bloody well jaga my kereta 'cos that's your pathetic excuse for a job, and you know what, if you're too tired to fuck at night and spend your working hours wanking in that little shed and are frustrated as heck 'cause you ain't getting the real thing, I feel sorry for you, I do, but don't take it out on me, okay? Because you don't have to work there if you don't wanna. What with your reasonably good command of the English language, you could have a better paying job if you wanted. But you know what I think? I think you are a scared, angry little man, and with your charming attitude I guarantee I won't be the only customer you piss off.

So fuck you.


See ya in two weeks, sugar. *blows a kiss*


PS: You know what's really annoying? That my inner bitch decides to hibernate when faced with situations as such. She needs to start doing her part if she wants to share this body.

Okay rant's over.
Next post won't be so angsty, I promise. :)

Anyhoo while we're perusing imdb anyways:

Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

After 400 years, I finally know how it's spelled.

Oh well off to watch that "Tuts My Barreh" vid on Sylvea's blog...
Cannot resist a guilty pleasure. =P

***

Vinz is leaving today. Ongy2 tomorrow.
Argh why is everyone leaving me behind!!!
Koalas aren't THAT cute ya know.

Oh and speaking of people who leave me behind, Maiyin officially turned 19 on that said Troublesome Tuesday. I see new wrinkles. =P

"Food 'round the corner, food 'round the corner for meeeeee!!!"

I know it's your favourite song. XD

Euchern's Taggie

It's tag season!

Once again.

Oh well server's being a blinktard again today, so let's get it done with.

DIRECTIONS:Once you've been tagged, you have to list down 16 random things, habits or goals about you. Lastly, choose five people to be tagged, listing their names, and why you chose them.

1.) I can be very selfish and judgemental. And I don't like this part of me.

2.) Truth be told, I only have five real phobias:
(i) speaking in public, or addressing a crowd
(ii) germs and how they may kill me
(iii) anything and everything to do with death/dying/dead things
(iv) becoming a loopy grumpy spinster (choychoychoy *slaps table until it breaks*) who lives (and dies; choychoychoy) alone and childless and spends her last years screaming obscenities at passers-by
(v) generally sucking, at anything I pour my heart and soul into. (you know I mean figuratively.)

3.) I am a walrus. And I'm still working on it. Cheat-free days: 1 =(
Lord gimme strength.

4.) I have an ego the size of Texas AND Antarctica put together, so it really does upset me when people put me down and tell me I can't do stuff, and I'll keep thinking about it and it'll hurt no matter how long ago or how thoughtlessly it was said.

5.) I try not to be taken too seriously, because I think seriousness and "maturity" are way overrated, but there are certain individuals who take it that this somehow entitles me to less respect. Gotta work on this one.

6.) I like fish and flowers, but somehow they always die on me. =(

7.) I like sewing dog panties. Let me rephrase that. I like sewing dog panties for my puppies to wear when they get their period, and I particularly like making them out of my brother's old pajamas. Oh. And I like sewing little ribbons on, too. ^^

8.) I despise all things stereotypically girly, because who says all girls must like all things pink and girly and wear pretty dresses and must behave "like a girl"? Bleh. Surely there's more individuality in this world.

9.) My blog's theme is a satire of #8, if you didn't already figure that one out.

10.) I love feeding people, and if you eat my stuff and tell me it tastes like what I say it's supposed to be,

eg.

Me: *hands Leehom-baby a piece of chocolate cake* Nah.
Leehom-baby: What is it?
Me: Chocolate cake!! I made one! ^^ EAT!
Leehom-baby: *takes it and chews slowly*
Me: Well?
Leehom-baby: *shrugs* Tastes like... chocolate cake.
Me: *ecstatic, rips off his shirt and starts.. *smiles with controlled joy* ♥

I'll love you forevers and evers.
And no, don't worry, I won't hurt ya. Pinky swear. :D

11.) I am very shallow. So shallow that that puddle on the sidewalk looks like the bleeding Pacific Ocean.

12.) I don't like to use other people's toilets. I don't know, it just feels so... foreign.

13.) I wish I will suddenly be bestowed miraculous cooking powers. That, or Leehom-baby will have to learn how to make authentic crabmeat Xiu Loong Bao. Which I will blog about. One day.

14.) I'm very homey. I hate parties, and feel uncomfortable staying beyond an hour. Comfort zone issues.

15.) I like to sketch faces. Unfortunately I don't get to do that anymore, not without being arrested for stalker-ing. Also, note the word "sketch" and not "draw", because I'm too chicken to clean up my messy lines and actually colour.

16.) I take extra long in the shower because I pretend to be Mariah Carey (or any one of the screamers; Beyonce/Whitney/Celine/Alicia/MJ) having a live concert. Whether or not the people passing by the back lane appreciate my talents remains to be seen.

16.5.) I have no one left to tag. I believe I am the last person to do the friggin' thing, thanks to Lady Procrastination. :)

Like, OhmyGawd!

I hate little children.

With a vengeance.

I got bullied and browbeaten.
By children.
Pre-pubescent children to be exact.
Children who think "stove" and "store" are the same thing.

I thought I could handle Mommy's class until she was done marking.
Sweet Lord, Jesus Christ was I wrong.
If it's one thing I CANNOTCANNOTCANNOTCANNOT do, is teach little children.

I tell you, they will NOT listen to you,
flirt (or try, really awkwardly. I should just put them outta their misery or something.) with their neighbour, giggle like asthmatic hyenas, and do everything under the sun other than pay attention and oblige.

And the BACKTALK! *eyes pop*

My throat is hoarse, my blood pressure is skyrocketing.
Mommy saves me after an hour.

Little monsters. *pants and sweats*
I could have sworn I was way cuter and sweeter and obedient at 13.

An HOUR.
Felt like a bloody 25 years, is what it felt like.

Some more cannot curse and swear at them 'cos they're "innocent" and "unstained" it seems.

-.-''

Silly parents. What would YOU know.

This. Is. A.
LIE.


Casting holy water upon the daemon reveals its true form.

Jackie Inc. Presents...

Okay I'm done being grouchy.

Grouchiness will only make my plastic surgery bill larger in future.

I will now treat all tag-lovers to a tag I stole imported from Lex's blog. :)

Pick 15 of your favorite movies.

- Go to IMDB and find a quote from each movie.
- Post them here for everyone to guess.
- Strike it out when someone guesses correctly.
- No Googling/using IMDb search functions! DON'T CHEAT! (You can cheat all you want, but I think it's more fun to guess!)

Personally I think the last two instructions are just too plain mah-fahn but I really just wanna have an excuse to tag people. XP

If I don't see Sylvea and Alana doing this one I will murder them by Monday.

I Am A Grouchy Asshole.

It's just one of those days when the universe decides that your eventless-days quota is up and it's about time you had some excitement in your life.

Purely for the universe's amusement of course.

THREE minutes before Sivanes' class ended it started raining.
You know how it never rains in KL; it freaking pours.

But as I was coming down the mezz floor I looked out and thought to myself,
"Hey! That doesn't look too bad for a KL shower!"

But even before I reached McD's I was getting pretty drenched.

Then...

I fell into a pothole.

Full of water.

Water that washed Bangla phlegm, Indon cum, Myanmarese piss, essence du roadkill, longkang water and God-only-knows-what-else off the streets and accumulated into that pothole.

Water that reached up to my knees and splashed up my thighs.

Throw in the perv who leaned in really close and to-hell-with-being-obvious-ly craned his neck to peer down my top (not like there's much to see, his man-boobs are probably a whole cup size larger),

I DARE you to tell me I don't have the right to behave like a grouchy asshole.

Once Upon A BKT Date

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was this chick right, who one day decided to get up and run off to the land where they filmed LOTR.

Who can blame her... They have ELVES, man.
What do we have? We have Cicakman. -.-''

However, no amount of fraternizing with long-haired, pointy-eared pretty-boys could substitute for her homeland friends' awesomeness (which needless to say she could not survive without), and so she made it a point to return to the land of satay and assam laksa every one or two years.

Okay I suck at semi-fiction.

Moving on.

PICTURES!! ^^

Of the farewell lunch we had for the said elf-loving chick. ;P

Maryann drove, because people are scared of my kickass driving skills. Feh.

"Nooo... Of course I didnt piss in your oil tank."

The things we ate.

Can you see the bit of Maryann's red class T-shirt?
It says, "Stick a fork in us, we're done!"
Ahahahah! Americans are SO funny!
I ♥ Americans.

The dude who cooked the things we ate.

Whom I don't quite like so much anymore. XP

The puppy sleeping outside the shop!! I love sleeping puppies. ^^

Yessiree, I'm super tourist-y for someone who lives in the next taman.

(right to left) "SKY AND MEAT BONE TEA"

Maryann [left] and Legolas-shagging Maiyin. ♥

Sigh. I'm gonna miss my shopping/ex-drinking/ex-gambling buddy-cum *wince*-suspended faith advisor/potential sis-in-law.

Well, she got me all excited telling me her bro (err... Kelvin? Wei Chea? Ru Yen?) looks like

(no prizes for guessing)

LEEHOM BABY!!! *squeals*

so I kept trying to like, go over and see for myself (the last I saw him he was in a dorky blue prefects' uniform) but you know, she feared for her brother's safety (and more) so she told me he's in KL working, blahblahblah... to ward off my advances.

So obviously I had to confirm with Maryann lah.


Me: You know what this girl told me ah? She said her bro looks like ♥Wang Lee Hom♥ wor.
Maiyin: You've seen my bro before right?
Maryann: Yeah...
Maiyin: He looks like that Leehom guy right?
Maryann: ... uh.. no.
Maiyin: No?
Me: *my-hopes-and-dreams-are-crushed-forever face*
Maryann: Nolah. Where got.
Maiyin: Really ar? A little bit?
Maryann: No.
Maiyin: A teensy bit?
Maryann: *exasperated sigh* No!
Maiyin: Just a couple of features? 'Cos I see him and the guy like quite similar lor..
Maryann: Oh my gawd, I said NO!!!
Me: *le sigh*


Oh well I haven't seen him recently, so I guess I'll just harbour the tiniest sliver of hope...
*pokes index fingers together*

Even though she didn't tell me what stupid engineering company's name was. Hmph.
I really wanted to ask for advice on job opportunites in engineering okay. *pout*

Anyhoo we sat there making racist impersonations *guilty indulgent smile*, and thanks to Maiyin I'm real pumped to meet this certain breed of amusing people. =)

Oh shut up. Everyone's a little bit racist, especially on the road (maybe a little sexist too), and that never killed anyone. At least I never did.

I swear, she does the FUNNIEST [insert race here] impersonations!!! Hahax.

Omigosh I'm really gonna miss your insanely infectious giggles and perverseness!!!
Maybe not the perverseness.
Size A, huh? =P

See ya again on our 21sts. *waves*
Strippers strippers strippers!!! =DDD

Random Appreciation Of The Arts

Will you forgive me if I ship Zutara??
Will you??
WILL YOU?!?

"This... this feels... so forbidden... my honour is tarnished!" LOL

It's okay to be boring and predictable sometimes. ^^

While we're at it let's browse deviantART shall we.

Makar and Link. ^^

Allow me to introduce to you, THE best gaming series the world has given us.
God bless you, Mr. Shigeru Miyamoto.
My life would not be complete if it weren't for The Legend of Zelda.
*fanboyism*


Did I ever mention how I'm completely fascinated with faces?
There are just some faces you just won't tire of looking at.
Here's one.
It's pretty amazing that this was done when both the artist and the model (the former's friend) were 15.
0.0
I will go bury my face somewhere now.

***

CHECK OUT!

"Aryuu tired of being oogliee? Do you wishh to be veryvery goo'ruuking? Rike me, Haru?
Then trry SEXYFINE, by Haru."

LOL. Oh YouTube. I lovest thee.

PS: I'm going through my Avatar phase, if you haven't already concluded. =D

Babies Galore

As large as CNY gatherings go, I'd say mine would be one of the biggest*.

*as far as I am concerned.

'Cause we're all busybody people and if you don't turn up you can guarantee we'll all march over and crash at your place, invite or no invite. =D

So we got to see the babies again!!

I don't know if this happens with everyone else but we have like, "gender seasons" where for a couple of years all babies born will be boys, then the next few years will be girls, and so on and so forth.

Well it's GIRL SEASON!!!

UN!

Yenn2!!!

I personally prefer babies who can't run away or say "Don't wanttt!" yet. =D

I made her cry four times. =D

It's pure joy.

I kept feeding her snacks so my title of "Yue Jyeh Jyeh" has been downgraded to "mummummummum"**.

-.-''

**Which is the universal baby word for "eat" or "food", supposing you haven't spent too much time around the said piddling noise machines***. =)

***said with the utmost love and affection.

...

DEUX!

Ching2!!

Whoa. Once again, proof that I have no future in professional photography.

But have YOU tried to keep up with a two-year-old?!

I thought so. XP

She was sick and very cranky, so she didn't try to entertain us as much, but as she got better she was actually kinda farniee.

She helped me pack our BDs back into the bag, so I puji2 her lah, saying she so clever lah, so guai lah, then she like super-happy take all the BDs out again and "help" me pack again, waiting for more gushing praise.

Must teach her about consideration and how it must be sufficient.

Anyway, this kiddo got the most expensive cake I've never had!

RM300++ from some ridiculous outlet in 1U whose owner must be given two tight slaps for such outrageous daylight robbery.

Fondant work's not all that fantastic, but better than what I can hope to achieve. For now. =P

Oh how I wish I were an only child. *dreams*

...

TROIS!

Kaixuan.

Okay, to be fair, this was taken at her full moon celebration, where she was then a month old (duh) and now she's FOUR!!

I apologize, once again, for being an inattentive and tak proaktif punya photographer.

but babies under the age of 10 months are just not as interesting

*whistles away*

It'll hafta wait a couple more months then. ;P

...

QUATRE!

Megan @ Xuanie! aka The Baby That Made Ongy2's Day.

Meet the most obliging baby in the world.

She'll let anyone carry her, even me! Ahahahah. Okay only once lah.

She's like, super quiet, and I don't think I've heard her say anything beyond "bye bye" and "no!" and "stop!".

Her Tai Yee (eldest maternal aunt) tells her,

"Xuanie, if you touch that wall socket, Tai Yee won't play with you for one whole minute!"

She moves away from the wall and hugs her Tai Yee's leg. Aww. =3

She doesn't smile much, but she's super manja and does nothing but smile when she sees ME!

Which makes me somewhat offended.

I look THAT weird meh.

Laugh and you die.
Unless you're Xuanie. ^^

***

PS: Sylvea ask me to try one.

sylveaissupergorgeous

Wow it works!

sylv says:
it works one...u only put the and the besides the words u wanna apply striikethru only..for eg..sylvea is stupid gorgeous...and the result would be this-sylvea is stupid(kena strikethru) gorgeous (tak kena strikethru)..

She so de smart hor. =PP

Yala yala thankiuuuu

All Hail

NADAL!!!

(yaya I know it's not what he wore in Melbourne, but hey, he looks happy here. =) aww-ness.)

SEE!

Australian Open Finals: Rafael Nadal def Roger Federer

	Rafael Nadal (1) 7 3 7 3 6 Roger Federer (2) 5 6 6 6 2

MUAHAHAHAHAH.


Blahblahblah Roger Federer go home to your momma, you sissy Swiss (are you??) crybaby. (yeah. He MENANGIS-ed.)

But back to my Spanish(!) *swoons* hero. =D

Ohhhh YEAH.

"Legs long long,

Arms strong strong!"

Teehee!

Too bad he had to go and wear a shirt with SLEEVES for this match. Sigh. Potong steam much. *pout*

Anyhoo it wasn't too exciting though, this match, 'cos I didn't get to see a whole lot of Rafa-baby's awesomeness, just a lot of Federer sucking. THIS is the guy who beat Roddick? C'mon.

I KNEW the universe would favour the one with the great big biceps. =))


PS: Stop telling me he looks stupid because athletes don't have to be geniuses and besides, I can cover his face and ogle at him neck-down okay. XP

PPS: Did I mention how we're fated together 'cause he's like, 3 years older than me, and how I like tennis and he plays tennis (see the connection?) and how I'm obsessed with huge arms and how he has the hugest guns in tennis history, etc..

PPPS: I got to see the outline of his balls. =DD

And they're a good, Spanish size. =DDDDD

PPPPS:

Inkheart SUCKS.

More tomorrow! Mucho more. =)

I missed you, bloggie dear. *smooch*

:: EDIT! ::

THIS is what he wore!! (in case you guys ain't got no newspapers)

For my own drooling pleasure. Now, shoo.

Check out the sweat weih. =P

On the subject of his shirt having sleeves, maybe he simply didnt shave his kaa lutt tai and was shy about it.