world cup? yes please!

yeah, im kinda letting myself get swept away by the world cup fever. not that im such a huge fan but enough of a fan to stay up till 3 and watch the worthy teams play.

my favourite bit about the world cup? why, the bit at the end where the men take off their shirts and exchange them! more than a dozen sweaty, muscular shirtless men will make any girls day (or night). and did you ever realize that footie stars always always have cool haircuts and sexy tight asses? and the more they sweat the sexier they get?

muahaha. im such a pervert.

your dad's hotter than her

"lindsay lohan is a fire-crotch."

im sorry but it really is funny. and it gives you reasons enough to hate Paris anymore than you do right now.

the day that was

papa had a flight to sabah at 3, so i dropped him off. Later i went to pick up stuff from cyberjaya. for those of you who dont know cyberjaya is an extension of the sahara desert. they decided to make putrajaya nice and pretty and used the three bucks left of the money to develop cyberjaya.

then it happened. my car couldnt start. literally refused to make a sound. damn. and best of all, it wasnt my car. it was papa' s car. his 4x4 automatic. i h-a-t-e this.

i think god is punishing me. when i dropped him off, he told me
'tengok tayar ni dah takde angin, nanti on the way balik terus isi angin tau. jangan pergi mane2 selagi tak isi angin'
'ok, pa! nanti buat.'

and drove back home without stopping anywhere. and went out again to cyberjaya without bothering with the tyres. im shit helpless when it comes to car maintainence. worse when its not my car.

a little help, some friends, a mechanic, couple of ciggerattes and buckets of sweat later, we were dropped off at home by the mechanic who took papa's car away.

i called papa when his flight arrived. worried as he was, i think he's relieved that im not in charge of his car anymore. :) you're so obviouslah papa.

i dont like driving your car anyways.

eat me.

few months back i moved my blog from one location to this one because of the fact i found out some stalker moron was on my every word. yeah, i know blogs are public and shit stuff like that but really, i know everyone has someone you dont want reading your blog. your ex-bf, your employer, some big-mouth gossip, your arch-rival, your parents (!) whoever.

and then i thought i was safe for a while. and then it got worse. he got into my yahoo mail and messenger. how fucked is that? fyi, im in the middle of job-hunting and that is my primary e-mail. i had applied, used, and inserted THAT email address in every application/resume. and now I cant even get in.

to make matters worse, the form you had to fill in with personal details when requesting for a new password was changed. i didnt know my new date of birth, postcode or even country residing!!

i hope you lose you job and your mom gets breast cancer, ovarian cancer and prostate cancer (is that even possible?)

anyways, D was a huge help helping me out and we did manage to retrieve back the use of my email but i cant tell how cos i fear some moron might be reading this and trying to pull another dirty trick. hate is such a mild word.

the point is if i said anything not so nice or admitting to have my own porn flick, well, that probably wasnt me chatting with you on YM. but now im good as new thanks to D. :) .

Almost.

bending backwards

earlier this morning, my former lecturer text-messaged me,

"your potential employee called for ref check n i said too many kind words in a day. I feel sick." ***End***

can you believe him?