I am currently back in Johor Bahru and have been spending a fair bit of my time setting up our new blog. Progress is errrr....slow, as you guys should know i am "digitally challenged" :P . I have just finished setting up Greymatter and the site will be hosted on a freeserver, 4gigs.com . I am trying to cough up a new layout but i havent really gotten very far on that part. Please forgive the lack of updates...

BTW i am sure most Malaysians will know that Dr. M has decided to step down as our prime minister in 15 months time. Please go to Star.com.my and sign their "Plegde of support" thanking our beloved Prime minister.

My Little Pony
A friend mailed me some interesting look-alikes of famous football players.
Since the world cup fever is still running high in the veins of most football enthusiasts world wide, I included it here for your viewing pleasure.






















I haven’t been updating lately cause there’s really nothing for me to blog about. I am on holidays now and have been lazing around, playing lots and lots of Warcraft 3, going out for endless “Yum Cha” sessions…and been pigging out…yum yum…

I am also in the process of moving this blog somewhere else cause I find Blogspot rather unstable…will keep u guys updated…

What a drama!!!
Italy were defeated yesterday in the hands of a much fitter and determined Korean side. Needless to say I am crushed, even more so because once again the Italians failed to win after taking an early lead. It’s like a bad dream relieved all over again…sigh

And I really have to wonder, how did Fifa managed to dig up so many lousy, bias, partially blind and inconsistent referees. This World Cup has become meaningless because teams are not judged by skill, creativity, teamwork, or strategy. The game is decided instead by the referee and his stupid two sidekicks; lines men. The Koreans have had such “luck” this World Cup cause in every single game they played, the referees seemed to be part of the Korean squad, ready almost too eagerly to penalize anyone that dare stands in Korea’s way. I do hope the Spaniards are prepared to play with just 10 men, judging by the way the wind is blowing Spain will be shown a red card when they meet Korea next.

This World Cup is not about soccer it’s about controversy, manipulation and selective blindness by the officials. Congratulation to Fifa!!! You bunch of corrupted people have managed to turn the world’s greatest sporting event into a box office drama!

And Italy, I admit were deservingly beaten by the Korean squad…they didn’t have a chance to win anyway. And the Koreans are so worthy to win. Italy stood not chance against their 14-player squad consisting of 11 Korean players and 3 Fifa officials. Nice one boys!!! You guys look set to win any team that’s thrown in your path…

Lesbo alert!!!

Recently I took a number of quizzes over the Internet. I know they are meant for losers but...I tried it anyway and the results I got were pretty astonishing. The first quiz I took was to determine how gay (lesbian in a girl's case) I was, and the results shows that I was 40% lesbianic...hehehe which is pretty true in my case I guess (though I found it hard to believe at first). I like beautiful women...I am not the sort of girl that would get jealous over someone else’s beauty and I have no prejudice towards gay people. I find certain butch attractive. :P SO am I 40% a lesbo...?

A few days ago my bf said I must have been a butch in my past life...he said I have many, in fact too many male attributes. He said>> I am messy, dirty, careless, disorganized, and fucking lazy. I am rude, use foul language indiscriminatingly, and brag a lot about my drinking abilities. I like male sports and games, like CS, Star Craft, snooker, pool, football and arcade games. I move like a guy, sit like a guy (though I think most Convent girls have the tendency to sit like a Ah Beng) and drink better than most guys :)...Sometimes I have to agree with him, BUT in this lifetime I am definitely, positively, all female...

The other quiz I took was to determine my mental age: my mental age is 20. I am 23 this year and my mental age is 20??!!@@ Geezz!!! But again I guess it's true...last year when I blew the 22 candles on my birthday cake, I felt I had just turned 21. Sometimes when I fill up forms or questionnaires, I impulsively fill my age as 21. I am still in college at 23, I still love making other people drunk at 23, still idolize Cannavaro at 23, still want to get a tattoo at 23, still love computer games at 23, still can't imagine working at 23 and I love life my life despite everything, at 23. I am also currently dating a younger guy and I don’t look 23, I have no idea how old I look but it's very seldom people would guess my age as 23. So I guess I am mentally younger than my age...cool...I like it...

I hope when I am 40 my mental age will still be 20...

Wanna take the quiz?? Click away!!
How gay are you?
What’s Your mental age?

You are.. my inspiration

It's amazing how one person can walk into your life and change everything. He reminded me how to smile.. how laughter is the best medicine, and how simple love really is. Often, we seek for what we thought we could never have, but indeed, everything is just so within reach.. if only we learn how to be contented with whatever we have.. everything would be perfect and life would be beautiful. Actually it is beautiful. It is only we who complicate things and fail to see what lies beyond.

We often forget who we are because we try so hard to please. We become what we are not so we could hold on to what is not meant to be. He opened my eyes to reality, and opened my heart to life, to love... and eternal happiness. Have you ever found someone whom you can just sit and watch the darkness in silence, yet walk away feeling so fulfilled, as if you've just shared the world? Have you ever met someone who’s presence makes you feel so warm inside? Someone so special that you do not want him to leave you... ever?

It's funny how it goes.. something yet nothing.. nothing yet something. Doesn’t really matter.. he already made his presence known..left a footprint in the sand..but a mark, so deep that he will never be forgotten.

The change in me..

Today I went out with Mom. As we talked, I realised that I am not that much of the spoilt lil bitch I used to be. Maybe its because that my brother is back.. and that I have an arch nemesis that is worse than me.. hehehe.. hey you dont need two people to break her heart right? I've always been impossible. That's me. That's who I was, and it's still who I am.. that grumpy, cocky, sharp tongued, mean spirited child who never ceased to irritate, infuriate and hurt the people who loved her the most. I've said a lot of things which I dont mean, especially at times when I dont want to lose, just to be spiteful and drill a hole into their soul. Nowadays, I'm more in control. I can hold my tongue, my temper, and my conscience. If I cant say anything nice, I just dont say anything at all.. unless you asked for it.. :P hmm.. then I'm so sorry *innocent grin*

I guess after a while, we all would mature, and carefully hide our temperamentalness .. it's still within us, but very well under control. It takes a whole lot more for me to explode, and I am much nicer than I used to be. Change is inevitable.. and it's always among us, whether we like it or not. It's just how well we choose to see and handle it. Nothing is impossible. When circumstances change, then we would have to change our perspectives. Does that mean that I am a different person altogether? One person told me a long long time ago that we all wear a mask everyday. "Who is the real us?" There is a good side, a bad side, a happy side, a sad side, a mean side.. but through it all, it doesnt change who we are. We might be more mellow or a bit more hyperactive, but for better or for worse, we alone decide who we want to be.. and bear all consequences for our actions.

My brother wants to fulfill his life long dream of becoming a pilot. He's now a third officer of the merchant navy, but he doesnt want to sail for the rest of his life. Mom would rather he stay on the sea than the sky, giving all sorts of reasons. Bro on the other hand, would storm off everytime he doesnt get his point across. Actually, I would think that both parties should see the bigger piece of the pie. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion of things. What you see might not be what I see.. and what you know could well be beyond my years.. but at the end of the day, it's his decision. He can go ahead and spend $10 thousand a month if he wants to, if it makes him happy because he deserves it. However, when you asked for an opinion, out of respect, you should listen, even if you dont want to take it. I guess everyone means well. Mom wants the best for bro, and bro wants the best for himself. Everyone has a dream.. if you ask me, bro can always revert back to sailing if he doesnt want to fly. Okay, so you say that flying has higher risks, but hey.. everything has its risks. As long as you know what is good for you, weight your options and then no regrets.. just do it. You know we love you. Always have, always will.. even if I dont show it.

The dreaded battle

ARRGH! This is horrible!! Exam fever is taking its toll. Nothing is going in my brain.. so much to study, so little time.. chaos!! ABSOLUTE CHAOS!! *whine* I got Portfolio Management on Thursday, Strat Mkt on Friday.. Internet Marketing and Mkt Comm the following week.. *sulk* This is not good. Not good at all! IT SUX! THIS SUX!! What the hell.. why do we have to have exams anyway huh? Total torture for weeks before the dreaded 2 hours, where we burn the midnight oil, hoping for a miracle to happen and the exam papers turn to peanuts.. or my brain suddenly developed some mystical powers and I can actually ace the exam *sigh*

What is this mannn.. in the middle of World Cup sumore.. how la to study?!?!?!? No form at all.. tired..lazy.. and what I really feel like doing is to sleep like a log :P Studying for the exam is even tougher than taking the exam weizzz!! Seems to me like I complain every semester! WHATT!??!? Ya mahhh.. eyerrrrrrrr... dont you just hate it when there's nothing going into your head and you desparately need to study?? hmmphhhhhhhhhhh! Oh well.. I think I better gather all my courage and turn back to the ol'study table..*pout*

NOT AGAIN!!!

I can’t believe it, Italy lost to Croatia!!! Why??? I do admit that Croatia played extremely well but still…

I can still remember how disappointed I was when Italy failed to beat France and clinch the Euro Cup. I felt almost certain they would win but somehow…that didn’t happen. I remember Cannavaro cried after the final whistle ...half his fist was in his mouth and he was biting himself hard to prevent his tears from flowing…it didn’t…he was devastated and he cried, sorrowfully, overwhelmingly, and passionately in front of international television. Poor thing! I really felt sorry for him, he played so well, fought so valiantly, and did an astounding job…However in the last few minutes of the game, France managed to win, with both goals coming from his side of the field…he was crushed, the team was crushed, and the whole nation of Italy and their fans worldwide wept in silence…

Now it’s 2002, and Italy lost, again after taking the lead…I really hope that they will qualify. I dare not make any predictions but I really hope they’ll make it…I also happen to think that the referees for this game were extremely lousy…they made two extremely poor decisions in the match, which played a factor to Italy’s defeat. They disallowed two Italian goals on the ground that:
First goal:Viera was “off-side” when he scored…Viera didn’t agree, argued back and ended up with a yellow card…camera replays show that he was “on-side”. So thanks to bad judgment from the referees, Italy lost their goal and Viera got a card… CRAP!!!
Second goal:An amazing strike before the half way line went into the Croatian net…however that too was disallowed…until this very moment I still have not idea why…even from the replays I still can’t find any justification why that goal was not allowed… fucked up referees!!! Argghhh!!!

And Nesta picked up an injury as well…gosh..wonder if he’s okay…

Cannavaro hurt himself as well…I think he bruised his butt and waist…but I think it’s okay cause he continued playing after the physio sprayed some cooling spray on his ass… Italy please win your next game…please…

My Angel

I feel you watch me as I sleep
I feel you hold me when I weep
And everytime when I need you most
I see you there, I feel you near
My angel.. my friend

You share my laughter
Wipe away my tears
Always there.. close to me
Without you, where would I be?
You are to me, an angel..my angel

With you I feel free, fluttering by like a butterfly
No care in the world..
Happiness..absolute happiness
From the day I met you
For you are, truely to me
My angel.. my best friend

Dont leave me.. ever

Curious…?
I was lying on my bed, facing the ceiling fan, watching the wings of the fan circle round and round…(A moment before this, my cat just devoured a butterfly that unluckily found it’s way to my apartment)... Then suddenly this question flashed in my head, “Why do cats love to eat fish?”. As far as I know, cats simply love fish over other forms of meat. A cat’s tongue even has little needles sticking out of it, to help separate the fish’s flesh from its bones. So basically it’s “genetically” fated that cat’s were “made” to love fish.

But…wait a minute!!!

I would have assumed that if cats love fish so much, they would at least have some basic skills on catching it. Cats hate water, can’t really swim, and wouldn’t be able to catch fish even if they were better swimmers than mermaids. The reason being= they have a mouth and not a snout, which is a prerequisite, if any land creature hopes to catch any fish (humans, excluded).

So why do cats like fish???… Somehow cats love, and were created to chomp on fish yet they are unable to catch any in the wild…HmmMMmm…. Are they really that domesticated???

Random thought: I want to design better layouts and get hosted soon…I kinda think blogger does not give enough space…I need hosting…

You won!
Murky thoughts crawl back in my mind
Clouding my vision, bringing on depression
I feel misplaced, my spirit’s in decline…
Someone save me from these hallucinations…

The Dark Lord calls me to his side…
Shall I abide, shall I run and hide???
The promise for eternal nothingness,
Over the misery of never-ending unhappiness…

I pry open the door, it slams back in my face…
A trickle of blood running down to my lips
Dark shadows blanket me, I run from the chase…
Merriment of life; totally eclipsed…

They seize me, torment me, I cry out in vain
I want to expire and be born again
I slit my throat, it spills out crimson wine…
Yet I feel no relief, no hope, nothing at all this time…

ARGGHH!!! Pigging out no good! ^@^ *oinK*

I've gained 1 kg!!! ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! NOoOOooOOoooOOo...!!!! Keep that Yogurt bar away from me!!!! HELP!!!!! Accckkk!!! I cant even seen my cheekbones anymoreeee!!! **Pout*whiNE** Sheeshh.. have to start dieting again..

Feel the Fever...
GOOOOOOO ITALY!!!!
World cup officially started May 31st, which is a couple of days ago, kicking of with the very unforgettable defeat of France in the hands of Senegal. Yeah!!! Thumbs down to France :P... However today's matches featured my two most favorite countries, Brazil (everyone's favorite) and Italy. Both teams won their opening game, which of course was expected of them. Brazil had to chase Turkey from the back but eventually won the game (read about it). Italy played pretty well and showed excellent defending which is quite customary of Italian football (read about it).

I simply lurve Italy’s jersey…I love the shirt color>> blue…the shorts>> white…the socks>>blue…and I like how * fitting * the shirts are…you can like see curves of muscles under the nice, blue, tight fabric…yum yum…and I simply adore Fabio Cannavaro...yum yum with strawberry toppings…For the benefit of block heads who have no idea who this super sex god is, he is Italy’s center back and he wear the number 5 Italian jersey. Catch this cutie pie in action and I swear you’ll drop to your knees…and worship the ground he walks on.

Anyway I gotta go and study now…and rub my bruised knees….akakkak

Don't u just love the way his muscles ripple under that lovely Italian jersey

I LOVE THIS FACELIFT!

This is totally cool. I'm in love already! Finally a place to call home.. :) Love the color scheme.. love the layout.. love the simplicity! It's absolutely gorgeous!

I think I've been partying too much.. but in good company non-the-less. Watched this hilarious movie called "Irresistable Girls" at KLCC on Saturday. Cantonese movie, starring Michelle Reis, Karen Mok, Kelly Lin, Alex To, Jordan Chan.. and a few others. Woahh.. worth the watch! DEFINATELY!! I havent laughed so hard in the cinema ever!! Then was in Nouvo late Saturday night.. catcha.com launched Juice upstairs, but we were downstairs partying.. pretty boring.. DJ SUX! He should really pack his bags and leave.. :P Ahh.. and I met someone.. :) hehehe.. always meeting people, huh? This week I'll be staying in.. gotta study.. exam around the corner.

STUDY TIMEEEEE!!!! Ciaoz

New Layout!!!
Well I finally had the time to design a new layout for the blog...I seriously hated the pink layout soo much..the tables were really just a waste of space...Anyway i was a newbie in web designing and still am :P. Anyway i guess this layout is only temporary cause i'll be having a break from college in late June, probably i'll squezze some time to design a better looking layout.

I haven't been blogging as much as i used too...i am having a blogger's block i think.