Time: 9.20p.m.
Mood: Tired
Listening to: Bau, bau, bau
By: Project pop

"Ronaldo's fantastic goal carried him over Pele and all the others, including Gerd Mueller, in the World Cup's annals.

Surely it silenced the critics who decreed him fat and finished......etc

Tomorrow, in Frankfurt, Brazil's opponents will lack only youth. France have won a World Cup, beating Brazil 3-0 in the final 1998 when Ronaldo went sick."

-Rob Hughes, Germany. Taken from the Straits Times, Singapore.

Big fat HA-HA to all monkeyballs who "decreed him fat and finished".
-------------------------------------------------

Time: 7.20pm
Mood: Calm
Listening to: Take a look around
By: Limp bizkit

"I chose the Ronaldo goal because it broke the deadlock. He can shed the weight, but nobody can give anyone what he brings to the party- the talent, the instict, the knowledge. Why on earth critics want to knock him down I will never understand."

-Rob Hughes, Germany. Taken from The Straits Times, Singapore.

I took this chunk from the newspaper I was reading earlier on. I agree with him 100%. Exactly my point about yesterday's entry. Exactly my point.

P.s.: I changed my blog name! I know it doesn't really suit my skin and all. How's it? chocobitz. Yeah. I can't get enough of chocolate. I love chocolate. I love lg chocolate phone too. Can't wait to get my hands on one!
-------------------------------------------------

Time: 11.19pm
Mood: Indifferent
Listening to : I will not survive
By: Project pop

Yeah...Its 11.20. I'm watching WORLD CUP NOW! Brazil vs Ghana. Obviously Brazil will win. They have the best players in the world. (And the hottest one too.)

They have

Kaka,




















Ronaldinho,

























Ronaldo,



















Cafu,




















and Adriano.




















A lot of my friends says that Ronaldinho is beyond ugly. Let me say a big fat SO WHAT to them. I like him because of his ability in soccer and his personality. And...no he is not the one I refered to as the hottest one. Who? kaka of couse -_-

Ronaldo scored a goal within the first five minutes!

=D

See, who told you Ronaldo can score no more. 'ah pui' is back on track! He proved those stupid monkeyballs wrong. Friggin reporters. Wanna bring Ronaldo down? Not so easy, not so easy. (with all those supposedly called 'fats', its even harder to bring him down) Who says he cannot play soccer anymore? He's not fat, ok. He's just too bloody muscular for his own good.

OK, so he IS a teeny bit fat. SO? He can easily put off the weight. But no other player can score legendary goalS(with a capital S) like him. (>_<)v

Oh yah one more thing. I will be changing my blog name. (^_^)

Woot Adriano just scored another goal! WOOOO! Ole! (game has started for 45 min already) Can't blog anymore, got to go watch my precious match...
-------------------------------------------------

Time: 9.31pm
Mood: Unhappy
Listening to: Sesame street
By : I don't know 0_o

Projects...projects...and more projects. That is what I have been doing for the past 2 weeks or so. Even now, Imesha is nudging me on msn to finish up my math project.

=(

Now I have to resort to listening to songs like Sesame Street to prevent myself from jumping of the building.

Today, I irritated a LOT of people. How? Uuuurm, by bombarding them with nasty comments, i guess. Haha...it was fun doing so. Hey, I needed to get some stress of my back ya know? Some got angry. Some was on the verge of exploding. Some just asked me to shut the fuck up. So to all those poeple who got angry : Soooorry!

Oh yah, I just read the world's hardest-to-read blog ever. Its so hard to read because the blogger (Atiqah) uses such deep English I dont understand a shit. Boy, I wish I can write like that.

I haven't eaten dinner yet. I'm hungry. Boooo.

To Teachers: If I die of stress from all the work you gave me. I will haunt you forever. I will appear in your dream. I will appear in your television. I will appear in your toilet. I will appear under your bed. I will appear in your closet. I will be a poltergeist. I will NEVER LET YOU GO.
-------------------------------------------------

Time: 12.12 am
Mood: depressed
Listening to: Blood makes noise
By: Suzanne vega

Gah. I hate school. And I hate low fat milk. They ALL taste horrible. And, no, I'm not on a diet, my maid just bought the wrong milk. And now I am angry cause I dont have milk to drink.

My mum just scolded me. Because I saw a gore (hehe, learnt a new word from BOY) pic and I screamed and it shocked her.
And my scream is not one of those high-pitched scream. My scream is one of those incredible-hulk-like scream. She said she thought I electricicuted( or however you spell it) myself. She also said if I wanted to give her heart attack by screaming like that.

Whoa...is my scream that strong? Maybe I can climb Mount Everest and scream at the top of my lung(s)(I forgot how many lungs the human body has). Maybe that will give everyone in the world heart attack. Or maybe it will just kill me.

Hah! I wish I did get electricicuted. End all the misery in my life willya? No one is gonna notice my absence anyways. My presence was never appreciated plus no one's gonna miss me. Me killing myself would probably make everyone's life less miserable.

But...on second thoughts...better not. I'm too chicken to commit suicide anyways.

You find me confusing? So do I. Sometimes I don't even know ME. 0_o

School starts in three days. THREE DAYS! In three days time I will be caged in the classroom again. And I cant do anything but listen to murmurings of teachers. Bah.

I'm not an emo kind of person. But recently groups works and holidays homeworks just pressure me sooo much, I feel emo-ish. Tell you what, I'd rather feel eLmo-ish than emo-ish. Yeah.

Life's a bitch and so am I.

School is every teens worst nightmare. Once I had a dream about the school coming to live and chasing me, threatening to pressure me to DEATH by compiling books on my desk while I am tied to a chair. Haha, that was a joke. But I can seriously see it coming. I can because I'm psychic.
-------------------------------------------------

Time: 9.52pm
Mood: Slightly angry but happy
Listening to: water dripping
By: Aquarium downstairs

Wheeeee!I'm at Indonesia right now.

YAY

*Hops around like a mad rabbit*

I hope the holidays NEVER ends. I hate exams and stupid homeworks. (if you happen to stumble upon my blog and read this, teacher, that was a MAJOR hint)

*sigh*

Sometimes I feel blogging a.k.a online journal isn't that good.

I mean, you can't post nasty stuff about your friends because then they might be angry and NEVER talk to you again. But in you own secret journal you can.

You cant write bad comments about teachers because you might be in deep shit if they read your blog. But in you own secret journal you can.

You can't post angry blogs about your parents either because you never know if they happen to come across yours. But in you own secret journal you can.

In short, you can't post shits that might be hurtful to others. But in you own secret journal, YOU CAN.

I have a secret journal too. One which holds deep secrets that hopefuly no one will know. One which holds all my grudges and sins. One which holds anger towards 'friends' or foes.

I write a LOT of bad stuff. I even write nasty stuff about my friends, family and teachers. And yes, I write nasty stuff about myself too.

*grins*

Sometimes I am so crazy I scare myself.
-------------------------------------------------