If some people could possibly get any thicker...

No, it's not possible.

Look, it's simple, really. A casual dine-in restaurant like Pizza Hut is not making certain races pay the service charge and government tax. What shred of evidence did that stupid e-mail have? NONE. I can just as easily scan my Pizza Hut bill, without a receipt to back it up. And no, they have absolutely no obligation to inform you that they're recording down your group size and race. I can't imagine a bigger waste of time. All they're doing is studying their market, and trying to instigate products that will sell better. Did you honestly need a 17 year old to tell you that?

Hope the reply from Pizza Hut had you feeling completely embarassed at putting up such an obviously baseless forwarded email on your blog.

Why the heck would you believe this, amongst all the rubbish that arrives in your e-mail inbox? I didn't see you putting up those penis enlargement or free Viagra offers on your blogs, now did you? The fact that you happily put up stupid junk on your blogs screams 'gullible'. The same people that cry foul at discrimination endorsing it. *snort*

Perfect, Einstein. Just perfect.

Massive headache ongoing. If it could take physical form in front of me now, I'd kill it with my bare hands. I have finished reading one chapter of international relations, three more to go and that was merely to familiarise myself with the content. After this, I need to dissect those topics and be an expert at commenting on them. Talk about mission impossible.

How things have changed since last year. Last year, I wouldn't just be familiar with these topics already; the cramming process would be well underway. I'd be staying up with five other girls in the common room as we establish ourselves as the biggest fans of Indomee and Nescafe, and I might even be on my way home by Friday. Then amongst other things, I'd be able to catch the Fete de la Musique.

(Read my account on last year's FDLM here)

Fete de la Musique is a music festival that started in France and I think that's all you need to know. :P Why turn down good music, guys? Because I can't be there, I'm asking you guys to head down to Jalan Telawi, Bangsar on the 17th of June (yes, this Saturday) from 5 pm - 12 am on my part to have a great time.

And you all know I've already publicised David's new album (his new album sampler is linked on my side bar). I can testify that Wei Li is a nice guy. Jin has asked me if I'll be there. These guys are all part of Vespertine and if you like a fusion of rock and hip-hop, do try to catch Vespertine performing live at FDLM. You won't regret it. I've been to two of their performances and my liking for their music hasn't diminished a tiny bit.

Come on. What else could you possibly ask for on a Saturday besides great bands performing live? And all at the cost of possibly just one LRT/bus ticket. :) Count yourself lucky that you won't be me, sitting in the examination hall on a Saturday, having to spit out 25 billion effects of globalisation, and trying to make them all sound credible.

This time, I waited for Joanne in front of the police station. Two men walked past me; one of them looked me in the eye and started singing, 'I think I love you so why am I so afraid?'

I only smiled in reply. :) My late comeback: Commitment. Heh. Am I wrong in saying that guys are generally commitment phobic?

Today = Queen's Birthday = Public Holiday = Double Pay & 1/2 = YEAHHHH!!

I had macaroni and cheese for dinner, which is such a happy meal. If only McD's sold it. Just like Cheerios! Not the cereal (don't like!), they're like the cheap version of cocktail sausages. Hehe. I also discovered that the best way to have a hot dog is with tomato sauce and mustard. Mmm! I now have added another item to my must-do-before-I-die list: have a hot dog in New York. ;)

Anyway, time to launch into full exam mode. I just realised that I have two days to study before my exams start. Now it's really sinking in. Die, die, DIEEE. All these days that I was meant to study has gone to nuts. Someone shoot me now. It's a faster way to die, innit? :(

I'm moving out next semester! Yeah yeahh, moving in with a special someone! ;) Tee-hee... I can imagine what it'll be like already. It's gonna be all fun: staying up, deep and meaningful conversations, having late night snacks together like we used to. Can't. wait. Can't. WAIT!

It's been funny playing your role of the optimistic one between the two of us. Hehe.

**Interruption: GOALLLLL!!! By Japan, I mean. Hehe.

Okay, sorry, got distracted. It's bad blogging in front of the TV! :P

Moving along, I am going to be stuck with exams from the 15th and I always say this but don't manage it but I won't be blogging for a couple of days. This is your cue to go 'whatever!' Hehe. I know I'll still blog. I'm in denial.

If you've never heard of the show 'Big Brother' that I believe originated from the UK, a really short rundown is that it's a bunch of people thrown in a house and they live together, competing for a million dollars. Nominations are held every week as well as public voting for the housemate they want to be evicted. Every Monday, there's an Adults Only segment for the obscene stuff that goes on in the house; it can easily be classified as soft porn. :P

Although I haven't been watching it much this past week because I haven't been home much, this giving me a break from the idiot box, I'm stupidly addicted to it and my favourite housemate is John. When Ryan heard about this, he attributed it to the size of John's best friend, which he thought I had seen on the Adults Only segment. Stupid deduction, really. I like John cause he seems like the easiest person to talk to. And he's hot. *STEAMMMM* Heh.

Then tonight, Ryan said, "Wait till you see Jamie's. I bet you'll like Jamie after this." (No, Ryan's not gay, he just watches a lot of Big Brother) And I got bloody offended. I mean, to me, it almost sounded like he was making me out to be a whore. So I shouted back, "If I liked guys with bigger dicks, maybe I'd like you better since you're such a dickhead!"

Yah, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

OMG, the stew-pitt football commentator just said that Australia had 'two bites at the cherry'. WHAT THE?!! LMAOWTF! Whether I'm dirty-minded or just a plain grammar Nazi (I refuse to think the noob was referring to Australia's 1st goal), it's still fricking hilarious.

It's proof that the World Cup does indeed have its funny moments!

Work's can almost be a joy but me being too tired to do anything afterward brings my euphoria down a little. :) I've been a casual employee for a catering company these past 2 days as well as tomorrow. It's a pretty simple job, really. I mean, the only difficulties I've come across is the coffee machine running out of coffee and insufficient bread for hot dogs. Nope, not difficult at all. But the crowd almost never stops once it hits lunch hour until I get off. And everyone picked the carrot cake so I couldn't have one as my little reward. :( Ah well. The hot dogs look yummy and I've yet to try them. Mmmm!

I don't really like asking the male customers if they'd like sauce on their hot dogs. Or worse, sausages.

As I was waiting for Joanne to get off work at the bus-stop this afternoon, a rather aged man holding what looked like a dead cigarette stopped in his tracks and demanded to know why I wasn't smiling. Stupid me didn't sense trouble and I thought I heard the wrong thing so I asked, "What?" He invited himself to sit next to me on the bench.

Then I smelled the alcohol.

Shit.

He continued rambling on and on about how people never smile, even ugly women, I should smile, I'm a beautiful lady, I must have a 'better half' waiting at home for me. Whilst my head was screaming, WTF WTF, I just replied that I was tired, yes, I will smile more often, and no, I don't have a 'better half'. I tried sending SOS to the people walking along the street but all of them just didn't give a crap. Argh, fine, don't help me! Grrr... He pointed to a woman and said, "See, she's not smiling either!" I just forced a smile in reply. He invited me to have a drink, and I said that I'm not 18. He then asked me to have tea with him. What, he thinks he's English?! I declined, saying I had to go home.

Finally, Joanne rang me. I told him that I have to leave and he replied, "No, you just stay here, I'll go." He touched my leg a bit as he got up to leave and I winced. Thanks for copping a feel, basket. :P I saw Joanne across the street and told her all about it. After a good laugh, she told me that I can't just sit anywhere in the Valley (otherwise known as Chinatown). I had already known that the Valley is full of shady characters but I didn't know that today was my lucky day. :P

Tomorrow, I'm hiding out at the cafe. I don't care if I spend unnecessary money, I'm not sitting at the bus-stop!

Blah blah I know everything blah.
OMGShutTheHellUp, thanks.
All raving on about Looney. Looney. Looney.
I don't careee! Ergh.
Boring people talking. No one really cares what they have to say.
Why would you pay an ounce of attention to them?

Blue, white, red.
Sheesh, it's weird to see Gerrard and Beckham training side by side.

.... Why are you still bitching?!
Okay, why the hell did you just wish England fans luck?
=.=

Oh look, the cute kids = teams are out.
Shhh.. they're singing.
Glad I can't hear Beckham's voice. It makes me wince.
Neville looks like he's praying. Awww.
I can't still get over Gerrard's hotness. *STEAMMMM*
Or Crouch's height.
Alright, it's starting.

Yes, I do have to get up at 8 tomorrow. Just maybe England will finish it off in the first half and I can visit Dreamland for longer. ;)

WTF I practically can't see shit. =.= This is what happens when you don't have damn cable TV.

GOALL!L!LL!L!L!LL!L!L!
Lol, own goals are so annoying and satisfying at the same time.
Heh, they keep replaying it.

I feel sorry for Villar. :(
His sub looks quite similar to him.
Actually, half the team does.
Okay, maybe it's just me.

Haha, my housemate, Ryan, just asked me, where's Crouch?
Ya know, I ask myself that all the time.
MIA. =P

Argh, Owen, why'd you leave Liverpoollllllll?
Bitch.

Ryan: Now I want to play soccer
Me: It's not soccer; it's football, if you don't mind.

Argh, fricking referee with a metal helmet for a head.
Riveros the drama queen.
Stew-pittttttt!

Hayden (my other housemate): Is Beckham the captain for England?
Me: Yes.
Few seconds later
Me: Man, I need to educate you guys! No guy should ask that!

SHIT!!
RED CARD!!!
Bitch..
Someone shoot that idiot who happily crashed into Gerrard.

Still. cannot. get. over. Crouch's. height.

Offside, Owen, darl.
I see the flags.
Heh, such familiarity.

Oh. My. God.
I just had to explain this funny comment about Eriksson to Ryan.
Cause he didn't know who he was.
Eeks.

Ryan: Skills, Beckham, skills..
Me: The only skills Beckham has is with his hair.
Yah, I just don't like him...
Okay, he is playing well. Fine.

Ryan: Who's that dude? He looks like he's got fake hair!
Me: Ferdinand!

Me: Have you noticed someone's missing?
Silence.
Me: Forget it.
I meant Looney, of course.

Me: Yes, the most expensive player when he transferred to Man U.
My bad, it's defender.
Ryan: What? I've never heard of him.
=.= X 10000
Ryan: Or maybe I have.
=.= X 100

4 minutes stoppage!!
Okay, fine, so a few of them got injured.
Ish.

Is it me or is England just not playing very well?
They look so... disconnected.

Holy shit.
That was close...
Really good effort on Valdez's (correct me if I got the wrong name, guys!) part.
Man, if he had gotten that one in...
Looks like Lady Luck's with England tonight.

Half-time now.
Yay, more replays.
Hehe.

Reading Hantu Bola.
Ahh Bex, I've just finished your post. I'm stuck in between. How would you classify me? I love watching the sport whenever I can (Australia still thinks it's soccer and their Australian Football League has nothing to do with football), not interested in the history, tactics, etc., the guys are drool-worthy, read Hantu Bola and Soccernet quite a bit and I'm quite decent with the rules.
Vincent just said I'm a group 2 woman. I think I agree.
I sure as hell am not group 1 or 3. :P

Yah, Australia and their Soccerbooboos.
Don't likeeee.
Met a Singaporean last night and we laughed about how Japan is gonna trash Australia.
Go Japan! :P

Half-time's ended.
I miss watching the Nevilles play together. :(

Still. talking. about. Looney.
Shut. Up. Shut. Up.

Nooooooo!
Owen's going out.
Sheesh.
And I dunno his sub.
Aiks.
He'd better be good!

Neville's throw-ins always look so skillful.
Makes it look so effortless.
*jealous*

Awwww, close, Joe Cole!

I'm beginning to like Robinson. A lot, a lot. :)
Yay for good goalkeepers.
His yellow-ness makes him look like a happy lark too.

I really, REALLY don't like this ref.
Someone give HIM a red card. =P
Looks like an anal basket.
(Okay, now I'm just being horrid)

Whoa, stadium looks so congested...
Yes, I just noticed. :P
And who picked red for the refs and assistants' uniforms?!
What was he/she thinking??
Is it some official thing? 'Cause I reckon it's the worst colour possible.

Sleepy. Can England just score so I can go to sleep? :P
And I do acknowledge that Paraguay isn't too bad.
England seems more in possesssion, but only slightly.

Awww!! Lampard almost scored!
Sheesh.

Anal ref at work.

Can the commentators please get over the fact that Looney's not playing?
Jeez.

75 minutes.
Ooh yes.

Some of the buses I catch have an ad supporting England for the World Cup. It says '1966, and 2006?' as well as 'C'mon England!'
Yeahhhh, c'mon!

Trinity asked me where I'm watching at.
No, I didn't sneak into a pub in the city and bring my laptop with me. No Russian guys buying me Stella Artois. No one else sitting here watching this with me since my housemates have all gone to visit Dreamland. I did feel like having junk food and finishing off my Hoegaarden though at the start of the match. But the mood just left. Maybe cause I know it's not cold. Gotta wait till Clare leaves for France before I use her fridge. Heh.

**Mexican wave!**
Wish I could be there in Germany. :(
But noooo, I'm stuck here with exams.
Dumb.

Neville and his throw-ins again.
So amazing. :(

GET OVER LOONEY ALREADY, CAMERAMAN!
Shit.

Paraguay players look tired.
Crouch has an infatuation with being offside.
It might as well be over.
Moveeee.

Full-time.
1-0 to England.
What's with the uncooperativeness, guys!
Well, Trinidad & Tobago's next.
Hopefully they'll have changed for the better then.

C'MON ENGLAND!! :D

Nah, it's not something wicked. ;) But wicked as in cool applies here.

I remember first reading a review on Kanye West's 'Late Registration' album on some website, possibly The Star's, and it wrote something along the lines of 'here's a guy who's arrogant and makes good music; a real rarity'. I actually know such a person in real life (no, don't swarm me with requests for Kanye's autographs). Thankfully, EmceeDavid doesn't just own that quality, he's also a really honest and lovely guy.



EmceeDavid is the emcee (duh) of a hip-hop/rock band Vespertine that I'm a big fan of. 'Wen Ying' seems like ages ago, but it remains a classic on my playlist. This solo effort of his, entitled Just Listen LP is about to be released in the stores mid-July, and the tracks I've heard are really good. Think hip-hop with threads of R & B.

Here, I'm doing my bit as a friend and a fan to let you guys know that you can listen to a sampler of the album HERE. It'll give you a good feel of the album, and you can decide for yourself if you'd like to get it when it's out. If you're like me and love dancing (skills not required in the privacy of your bedroom), then turn on 'The Get Down'. Really loud. I remember how excited David was when he first got me to listen to it. 'Smoothhhhhhhh'. Lol. Alternatively, if you prefer R & B fused with your hip-hop, go with Streetlights.

I think David can go far with his music, but not without people buying his album. Don't judge the music before you hear it, alright? Give it a listen!

(Links to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

And so you decide, after much thought and consideration, to let him know. You execute it perfectly, time and place, just as you had mentally rehearsed those thousand times before. She is mumbling something or other about him again, and your frustrations gets the better of you. You blurt out your feelings for her, release the dam that you could no longer restrain. He looks at you apprehensively, as if seeing you in a completely different light. She stops in mid-sentence, and quickly looks away into the distance. The sky somehow looks darker than before.

It's become deadly silent. And frightening cold. The sound of your noisy surroundings has melted away to nothing.

You grip your coffee mug tighter, hoping to derive some warmth from the porcelain. He opens his mouth to speak, but then nothing comes out, and so he shuts it again. The wind blows her hair as she appears lost in thought. You pray silently that you have not done the wrong thing. He's gone back to staring at the table legs, as if they held the answers to everything. She puts down her coffee mug and pulls her sweater tighter around her.

"Please, say something... anything."

"I..."

(I've split the story here, for the guy and girl)

She reaches across the table and takes your hand. You stare at her delicate fingers and then reluctantly look up into her eyes. You could almost fall into those black whirlwind of circles. Just as you always have, you wish you could tell what was going on in that pretty head of hers. It's so hard to sit there without noticing how beautiful she is. It hit you then that you finally comprehend what fantasy writers mean by ethereal beauty.

She runs her thumb over your palm and smiles at you sadly. And you realise that this is the closest you'll ever get to her, physically or mentally. Only one touch, and the little that you can transmit to each other in the short seconds. Before she even speaks, you know what she's going to say.

'I still...'

'Yes, I know. You still have feelings for him..."

She shifts about in her seat, eyes fixed on the ground, like a child being interrogated by the principal. But you both knows she has done nothing wrong. You lift up her chin to silently let her know it's okay to speak her mind. You've come so far; you just want to know. And so she finally looks back at you, a streak of determination in her eyes.

"Yes, I do..."

You've always known; you just needed to hear it from her. And now that you've heard it, you wonder if it was worth it, whether you ought to have silently held on or taken the path you just did, even if it was by accident. You both slump back in your seat, and she's gone a little pale.

The thoughts running through your head don't really make any sense; it seems like there are twenty trains on disaster track, about to collide and crash into some unrecognisable jumble of metal and fire. You tug at your shirt collar. The biting cold has given way to stifling heat that eats away at you. You look at her. She's covered her pretty face with her hands, resting her forehead on the table, resorting to mumbling incoherently.

"Hey, it's okay... It's not your fault."

She looks up again, and you know that it wasn't wrong to tell her. You just needed her to know. Now that that was out of the way, it is up to her what she wants to do about it. She has a choice to make, whether she wants to let him go. You try your best to summon a reassuring smile, your heart struggling to manage an easy task turned arduous.

"I just wanted you to know. I know you still... had feelings for him, but I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer. Somehow, some part of me snapped and realised that if I kept waiting and waiting, the time would never come. I could be standing at a train station now for the train that is never going to come. And I... I just wanted to know if..."

She nods. You know that you didn't just say all that for yourself. It was for her as well. How much longer she could take it, you didn't know. But you do know she deserves better. You take a deep breath; you need to push on.

"You have to decide, girl. How much longer can you push yourself to take everything in your stride? I know it hurts pretending that it doesn't matter he's probably hooking up with someone else now. But it doesn't have to be this way..."

At first, there is shock and anger on her face. Then it all crumbles down to reveal all the hurt she had tried to store away in the dark. Slowly, she washes away the dark secrets written on her face with her tears. You reach out to give her a hug, and she continues crying on your shoulder. You hold her, wishing it would last forever, but you know this will have to do... for now. Wiping away her tears, you whisper in her ears that you're always going to be here for her, whether she decides to continue down the road with him, take a gamble with you, or just let everything go back to the way it was. You push back your chair. It's time to go. She needs time.

She lets go of your hand and kisses you on the cheek. Sadly, you think to yourself that you were wrong before to think that her touch was all you could take away with you from this night. You painfully walk away from her, hoping that maybe tomorrow when she calls with the bad news, you could still go back to being the friends you were a few hours ago...