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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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@£$% U
Wednesday 28 July 2010 | 7:18 pm

So! I was queuing at the ATM machine, right, and then suddenly this big fucker, after he was done doing his shit at the passbook update machine, went straight for the ATM machine that would have been mine if he wasn't being such an ASSHOLE. What the fuck was that? Seriously! Did he not see me standing there?

Oh, he did. He looked my way once. I looked back at him and thought, "Yeah, bitch, you cut the fucking line". He probably thought, "Fuck it" and proceeded to withdraw his money.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT FUCKING CUNT? MOTHERFUCKER.

I was already tired and annoyed and then this...STUPID DOG cut the fucking line with that fucking face of his.

Sonofabitch!

I felt like grabbing him by the neck and fucking slam his face in the machine itself.

You stupid fuck.

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The Price of Defending
Monday 19 July 2010 | 8:42 am

LiveJournal peeps are driving me cra-a-a-zy. They won't stop making Spain NT icons. Well, I don't want them to stop either but goddamn, I can't bloody make up my mind. I heart the whole of Spain's squad, and of course I favour a certain few more than the rest, but still! The number of icons in my folder are mounting.

Aye. 29 August is still a long way away.

Can't wait!

:))))))))))))))))))))))))
Monday 12 July 2010 | 8:55 pm

It's over.

I can't believe that it's been a month! And to think that we all have to wait for another four years: wow. I'd be 24 by then and knowing how sentimental I could get, I'll most likely think back to this very day when Spain won the World Cup 2010, and how I was perched on the armrest of the couch in the living room, never blinking at the sight of the national team celebrating on TV.

And I have yet to go to bed, actually. I haven't slept since I woke up at 12:30 in the afternoon on Sunday - and who could after a night's event like that? Certainly not me. Not after Robben gave me a scare with that near goal that he somehow, unbelievingly so, but definitely a big relief to me, missed; not after Spain had narrowly missed numerous times scoring as well; and definitely not after Iniesta scored that one fucking goal that made fucking Spain the fucking champions.

From that moment on, needless to say, sleep was completely forgotten.

Monday, however, sadly, went on as usual: went to work, ate lunch, resumed work, clack-clack-clack, talked complete bullshit with Nad, get cramped like sardines on the train, came home, ate dinner (or what was close to dinner), watched a bit of TV only that I strayed to the Football Channel and my sleep-deprived brain and eyes couldn't take in anymore football action. So I gave up and got told by not only Ma but Dad as well to go to bed early since WC Fever is over, and my Argentine Fever was well cured way before this.

It's a quarter to 10 PM now. I'm very tired. Feeling a bit groggy. Hungry, too, I think.

I miss the sound of the vuvuzelas already.

I wish the La Liga could start sooner.

Waka Wa - Wowza!
Friday 9 July 2010 | 11:42 pm

And so it has come to this:

The Netherlands won against Uruguay. It was upsetting for me because, damn it, I know some very annoying people who support the Oranje. Also, I don't like the Dutch with the only exception being Rafael van Der Vaart and Dirk Kuyt. It was fun watching the Uruguayans play while it lasted, though. Particularly Muslera, Forlan and Suarez - to name a few.

Germany lost to Spain. My reaction: LOL. I guess the absence of Muller played a big part in the result. And Puyol, overseeing the fact that he plays for FC Barcelona (though, I have to admit, my support is kind of two-sided between Barca and R. Madrid), just became my hero. My turn to be annoying, I laughed in my sister's face the next day. I did the same thing to a colleague, and mentally to that girl I saw on the train wearing the Deutschland jersey. I was very content.

I hope Uruguay wins the third placing.

I hope Spain wins the fucking World Cup.

Heart Turns to Stone
Saturday 3 July 2010 | 2:51 pm

The Sims 3 and I aren't on playing terms (have been that way since, oh, say, weeks for now) because it's giving me an attitude. This has got something to do with the new game patch, I think, and I am very unhappy. All of the hair meshes I've downloaded - beautiful, detailed, shiny and pooklet'd hairstyles! - won't show up in the game. I get bald females, instead. And the pre-installed hairstyles by EA aren't all that too likeable. If they're not likeable, it's hard to put one on your sims' head, you know?

I just want nice hair on my female sims, damn it.

Moving on. Sort of.

V tonight.

I feel like I could cry.

OMGWTFelMADRID!
Friday 2 July 2010 | 9:30 pm

I found out this morning that my father bought a Real Madrid jersey and laid it out on the ironing board - and I'm only strongly suspecting that it was - for my eyes only. I went from groggily sleepy to wide-eyed surprise with OMGWTFelMADRID! resounding in my head.

Gotta love the old man.