Pastel Palette

Go Away

2012-02-06T23:52:00.002+08:00

I mean it when I said that I feel like I'm stuck with some kind of blue since Friday.

Assignments are piling high and yet I feel nothing. No sense of urgency or whatsoever. It's like I'm numb.

Dead.

What is wrong with me?

It Must Be Love

2012-01-03T01:50:00.002+08:00

It's back to school for me in a few hours.

As always, I'm having mixed feelings at the start of every semester; excited and dreary, but, to be honest, I'm ready to just immerse myself in the ever-growing pile of assignments because I realise that if I have no reason to actually pick up the paintbrush, then I won't because I'm on school break. What's the rush? And if you have any idea of the events leading up to this, I'd assure you that painting is the last thing you would want to do.

I have other interests to pursue, but of course I haven't written anything solid since November. I have penned something down, but then I'll go over it again and decide a rewrite is in order and I'm never satisfied with what is written — until just a few hours ago.

It's the 50 Vignettes that I've been meaning to write.

I've done 2 on the word-prompt list.

48 more to go.

It's always like this. It doesn't matter how long a school break is because I won't be able to accept what I've written until the very last day when I have to sleep early because school starts tomorrow and I can't get away from the laptop because these ideas and words have just raped my mind and it feels like if I don't type everything down now, I'm going to lose it forever.

Animal Prints Out of Control

2011-09-30T15:19:00.000+08:00

I don't know what was wrong with me this morning.

Maybe it was the fact that the model was posing nude. I tried drawing with charcoal, but it just didn't come out. I kept drawing the head over and over, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Finally, I abandoned the charcoal stick—I actually broke it in half and huffed and puffed out of frustration—and began working with a pencil.

The result was the same. Charcoal didn't work. Pencil didn't work, too. I told myself to stop this nonsense and get a fucking grip. I really got worried. I was so close to freaking out. I kept asking myself why the hell am I not drawing?

Then he said my name.

I believe that's the first time ever I heard him say my name.

It was that awkward moment when he could actually see me really struggling with myself and he said that if I was in no mood to draw, get the sketchbook instead and do some sketches.

I was so relieved that I almost wanted to thank him; so relieved because now that he had suggested doing that, it didn't feel like I came to school for nothing anymore. At least, I did something. At least, there is a nude sketch in my sketchbook. At least there is something that I could start with later on the A1 paper.

Hopefully, I could deliver.

Edge of Razorblades!

2011-09-20T00:51:00.001+08:00

It's tutorial week and I'm on the bedroom floor, brushes in hand with the iPod on, and my improvised palette nearby doing the Harmony painting. I've been there for hours. My back aches. My eyes sting. My coughs never subsiding. Then I took a step back, look at what I've been painstakingly painting since daylight and thought, This is why we practice.

Long story short, I had no idea I could paint plaid and actually be satisfied with it.

It is bloody worth it.

The only annoying part is this: I'm sick again.

Well, I've never really recovered properly. And the flu just came back. It's one of those flus where you feel like sneezing and then you don't. Instead, you have tears coming out of one eye. What the actual bleep, man.

A Grey So Dark

2011-08-28T03:30:00.003+08:00

How's life? I have this ever-growing pile of work that needs to get done. I keep telling myself that I'm going to finish it tonight no matter what, sleep be damned, but I end up sleeping anyway. It seems that I'm having a hard time staying up late like I used to. I'm just so tired.

Meet Scarf Man, or Ellen, I think is his name. He's giving me a hard time.

I left the other one, which is the humongous head of David, in school. I'll deal with him on Monday. How depressing. I don't want to talk about weekly projects anymore.

Today, I was so frustrated looking for a pair of shoes that I cried. "Big Size" it stated, but for the love of God, the one pair that I liked hasn't got any size bigger than number 9. How the hell is size 9 considered big? I gave up. I left the store, my sister and Dad behind. I get really emotional during that time of month. It's bloody annoying.

After dinner, we went to BHG to get a concealer, but of course I left the store with more than just that. I love Bourjois not only because it's French, but also because the cosmetics smell so good. I swear, if it was edible, I would eat it. (Ooo…)

Oh! I've previewed all of the songs on In Waves and God damn it! Why haven't I gotten the album yet? I'm buying it tomorrow. Trivium is the only band that I listen to nowadays.

And, it's Sunday. The strike is over. Thus, football resumes. My weekend feels very complete now.

2011-08-07T15:16:00.000+08:00

I can't seem to draw.

Charcoal, I hate you.

I'm so pissed right now.

Got To Be a Heartbreaker

2011-07-31T16:46:00.002+08:00

It's already 4:47 PM. Vacation time is coming to close.

Why have I not written anything solid?

Helicopter (Because Bloc Party Is Playing)

2011-07-30T01:42:00.003+08:00

This colour scheme is getting a little too pasty for me.

Vacation is almost over; Monday starts early and ends late for me, with a 3-hour break in between during which time I don't know what to do because it's fasting month. I mean, I could write, or claim a spot in the corner of the studio and be in my own world and do some arty stuff. Or maybe just sit there and rot. So to speak. But then I'd feel like such a waste of space for wasting that much time — anyway, that's not the point.

See, this is when I think how lovely it'd be if I had a PSP. At least, I could get my football fix. Or a Kindle so I could read my e-books.

By the way, I'm quite intimidated by the size of charcoal paper that my lecturer told to get: A0 or 2 pieces of size A1. I'm like, What the hell are we drawing, man? Are we doing still-life magnified by ten?

And to make it worse, we're working with charcoal. Charcoal. I think I'm pretty bad with working with that thing. It's hard to control and with every stroke, I always have specks of charcoal bits left on the support and, forgetting that I'm not working with pencils, I blew it away and — ASDFGHJKL;

Where there were specks of charcoal bits before were now trails of black. And I get really flustered with everything after that.

So yeah, quite intimidated, but excited as well, but then I wished I had more vacation time because I've been working for what felt like forever. Then I remember that in whatever situation I'm in, someone, somewhere, is worst off than me.

So this is me just being grateful.

Like I've been told to be.

And to end this post:

Bananas. Canaries. Pikachus.

I laughed when I saw this. I just find it hilarious.

I just love this team. I really do.

Suave They're Not

2011-07-22T12:58:00.002+08:00

My room is in a state of disaster.

I'd describe it to you just how much it pains the eyes but that would take too long.

Use your imagination.

This level of disaster would take hours to clean.

I'll start when Ma is home from the market.

I'll go build a house now.

Nyah!

2011-07-19T11:05:00.002+08:00

Looking forward to it because it's the only time of the year when everyone will come home, take their place at the table and have dinner together — like a family.

Eebeeza

2011-07-15T22:05:00.003+08:00

Pardon my French, but when it is offseason,

EVERYONE NEEDS TO GET THE FUCK DOWN TO IBIZA.

Just saying.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFCCCCCCCUUK

2011-07-14T23:50:00.005+08:00

…four days back from today.

I want the France NT jersey.

Last Week of Work. Ciao!

2011-07-10T22:12:00.003+08:00

I know having money is reassuring, but I don't want to have to compromise my happiness for it.

Chewing Fascini Candies At Night = BAD NEWS

2011-07-08T22:01:00.003+08:00

Update This is depressing.

I knew of Fabio Coentrao's existence during the last World Cup and then it was announced that RM signed him—I'm having an explosion of emotions about this, BTW—and I'd forgotten about the other new signings: Nuri Sahin, Hamit Altintop and Raphael Varane.

So many new but familiar faces next season.

This Is Ridiculous

2011-07-03T22:47:00.007+08:00

Cher PS3 et le football,

Je t'aime.

PS. Please win the bidding for broadcasting rights to EURO 2012 or I'm going to throw a fit.

Sunday With Little Sun

2011-06-19T23:47:00.008+08:00

Cherries just — I don't know. They make me smile.

It's ridiculous.

—

TS3 game start up no longer takes such a long time to load. The initial problem was in the Mods folder. As usual. I had accidentally mistaken a TS2 custom content download for a TS3 one — again. The case of being to excited to the point of ignorance. Well, lesson learned. All is running as it should now.

I think my PS3 is feeling neglected.

When Yoann is Absent

2011-06-17T20:21:00.004+08:00

This man has been plaguing my mind. This is not healthy.

I need to write.

This!

2011-06-12T17:55:00.002+08:00

The feeling of loneliness is overwhelming in the weekends for me.

Wants & Excitement

2011-05-28T01:17:00.004+08:00

I want a Kate Spade bag; to read the next chapter of Je Ne Sais Pas; paint the Eiffel Tower over an old canvas in bright colours so I could hang it on my bedroom wall; finish reading Survivor and start on Haunted; and write my series of 50 Vignettes.

I am quite saddened by the fact that my weekends are once again unexciting. Football season is over. It ends when I'm on school vacation and the new season starts when school resumes.

Oh, woe is me.

Speaking of school, my appeal in change of major has been approved. Man, I was so relieved! After what the man had said at the debriefing, I was such in a foul mood — worried, scared and angry all at once. It was said to be very unlikely that the appeal would be successful and I was like, do not freak the freaking freak out.

It didn't help that a friend was grating on my nerves. I ended up not responding to her at all. I know that I have to see the Sculpture maestro; I was just told. Don't be annoying, thank you very much.

Goodbye Sculpture;
hello Western Painting.

Oh! Germany is playing Uruguay on Sunday morning. That would be me not sleeping on Saturday — at all. Bring on the good times. Let's just pretend it's July 10, 2010 again.

Yay.

Virtual Hug Everywhere

2011-05-22T23:07:00.002+08:00

I think I'm going to cry again.

Wishing I Had Photoshop

2011-05-20T18:44:00.003+08:00

source

WTF Moment: Orange-Tinted Vacation

2011-05-19T16:16:00.005+08:00

Not going into details about this twisted dream but there was a nun and the one with royal blood coursing through his veins. We took the car and got lost. Drove down an alley and saw a man pushing a cart the other way. He was dirty — face smudged with dirt and grey hair unkempt. I don't remember asking for directions but we reversed and drove away.

But in my dream, I was still in the alley. Not physically. It's like I'm the camera and I'm seeing the man walking away with that cart.

From the other side, a woman walked into the frame. She was unsteady on her feet like she was drunk. Just as she was passing the man, she accidentally stepped into a puddle of water and splashed some on the man.

He got angry. He pulled something from the cart — a hammer?

Something that could do serious damage.

He hit her on the head once. She yelped in surprise and then freaked out at the sight of blood on her hand. And then came the second blow. Third. It continued even when she was already on the ground, bloodied.

Dead.

And then he walked away.

WTF Moment #…I don't even know.

2011-05-18T10:25:00.002+08:00

I dreamt that Benz was in my class (or some kind of seminar, I don't know) and made kissing faces at me that made me go what the hell. I'm pretty sure Híguain was there, too.

Then I woke up.

Lola was being noisy — as usual. She dismembered my tiger's tail, dragged it all over the bedroom and somehow moved the basket where all of my other bears are sitting under my desk. My tiger ended up under the bed. I also found out that Chuck Palahniuk's Survivor paperback is, well, damaged. The cover is all folded up from me rolling on it during sleep — and I didn't even bookmark it.

Must remember to place all books on the floor before going to sleep.

I cry for you, Book.

I watched Fast and Furious 5 (or Fast 5 — still need some getting used to that name) on Monday. I was hoping to watch Priest with Fake but since she couldn't do midnight and because she lives in the West, postponing it seemed appropriate. So I watched Fast 5 with my sister, but we were a little too near to the screen which troubled me because if I'm watching Fast and Furious, I need to take in every little detail. Moving on.

Fast 5 is the most exciting, I must say. My favourite one would have to be the vault scene. Action from start to finish — and a cliffhanger after the credits. Spoiler alert! HOW IS LETTY EVEN ALIVE?

I love Fast 5. I went home happy just because it's in Brazil, there's a funny Don Omar, Taboo playing in the market scene and Danza Kuduro playing near the end. There were lots of shooting, too and wreckage.

Oh, wreckage.

2011-05-10T09:23:00.002+08:00

Whilst doing my short write-up for my final semestral painting, I'd strayed to football Tumblr and found out that Nuri Sahin has signed a 6-year contract with Real Madrid.

IS THIS REAL LIFE OR…

I miss football.

Burn

2011-04-08T23:33:00.004+08:00

I have many assignments to catch up on.

Cheers.

197

2011-03-04T13:45:00.003+08:00

When They Attacked But All In Vain

2011-03-02T23:44:00.003+08:00

Remember when I fell asleep five minutes before kick-off last Saturday?

Or maybe not.

Well, I did. Five fucking minutes. Puta madre. This is why you shouldn't be in bed, convincing yourself that you're "just going to rest my eyes for a few minutes" because those few minutes turned into hours for me. I woke up at ten, and the first thought was: What the actual fuck.

So I checked the Sunday TV schedule — no rerun of the match. There were reruns on Monday & Tuesday but I had other obligations to tend to.

It was just now that I finally get to watch it, though I tuned in at the 60th minute because I was vectorizing the hell out of those grapes on Photoshop, and needed a break. So I turned to the TV and — Hello! Di Maria and Adebayor came on.

I was told it was a frustrating game. I just didn't know how frustrating it was. THE BALL JUST REFUSED TO GO IN. Attitude much, huh, ball? The posts as well. Puta madre. So many chances. They kept attacking like crazy but, apparently, the ball has a life of its own. ~~I'm gonna cut you up, bitch.~~

Fact: The other goalie was a busy man that night.

I'll be getting my weekly football fix earlier this week. Tomorrow is the match against Malaga. Kick-off is at 05:00AM. Again. I better not fall asleep. Again. No eye-resting. No lying in bed. No reading.

I miss watching Athletic Bilbao.

And I just need this Frenchman on here, mkay.

You no score tomorrow, Karim, I cut also. Assist! Get the ball!

Confession: I'm a sucker for men in suits.

The Morning After

2011-02-26T23:51:00.007+08:00

The anticipated two-week break is finally here. I played TS3 for a while last night and got fed up with the lack of architectural idea for a new home. So I quit, grabbed my notebook and do an umpteenth floor plan in bed. Only that I dozed off and left my Mac on until daylight.

Never again.

Real Madrid plays at 05:00 AM today. I am still deciding whether to stay up or set my alarm for the match. I'm just tired. If only there was an energy patch or something. Sometimes I think sleep is such a waste of time. Think about it. If sleep wasn't needed, there are so many things that could get done.

Right?

This, I find amusing:

He had me at I have just moved.

Bloody hell. What a shock.

Cheers, Mate

2011-02-17T02:31:00.002+08:00

What is this?

Am I actually waiting for 03:45 to watch Arsenal play against Barcelona? My day starts early and ends late tomorrow. Well, later to be precise; it's Thursday already. Thursday. And I've only done 2 study models of the sofa. I've got 88 more textures to do, and an A2-size paper collage.

What a vicious circle.

Week after week, there's always something to finish. I don't even have time to read or write consistently.

I'm so out of my element right now.

I want coffee.

The Art of Seamless Pattern

2011-02-16T21:55:00.005+08:00

Wednesday: Digital Art & Design class in the early morning.

I went with my assignments half done because I used the most part of the evening after yesterday's class retouching on the pattern above. This was made on Photoshop and I'm damn proud of it because I think the colours go well together and the chocolate background reminds me of, yes, dark chocolate and chocolate today, for me, pretty much translates to Theo Walcott — and now I'm cringing.

Below is the hand-drawn pattern. I had to draw a 10 by 10 box and then make the marks on the halves and the halves of the halves — it was quite tiring for me because when it involves things like this, the perfectionist in me expects nothing but perfection.

Or something marginally close to it.

Not quite as impressive as making a seamless pattern with the Photoshop brushes, but I think it's quite good. There's a little break in one of the lines and I wasn't about to let it show to the naked eye so I decided to just scale it down. It worked because the lecturer said my work is "not bad".

And I thanked God, Trivium, Lucenzo and the two other So Fine people that were with me.

April 20 against Barcelona

2011-02-03T17:45:00.002+08:00

He scored!

Imagine him doing this celebration goal and somewhere along the way, he trips over his own foot. Heh. Eep. Oops.

Read: JUST JOKING. I heart no. 23.

Also joking is how I think it would be embarrassing if Cris sprained his ankle prior stepping onto the pitch because he's always doing that pre-game jump, like some kind of last stretching/warm-up thing. Please ignore this paragraph.

This gif is very adorable, okay? Him blowing kisses to the fans and kissing the crest. Yay!

Aaand…double yay! Suarez scored against Stoke City — but I still don't like the guy. Tra-la-la.

The Blablabla Edition

2011-02-03T01:22:00.002+08:00

Just found out that Rojadirecta's domain is seized. And so here is a fact: My dislike for the USA is fucking mounting.

All things football-related isn't going well for me because blablabla left blablabla and blablabla moved to blablabla, and blablabla is blablabla behind blablabla, then blablabla tussled with blablabla, and that other blablabla talked smack about blablabla and saying irrelevant blablabla things.

Bla the fuck bla.

I forgot that I need an A2 drawing paper. And my box of acrylic in the fucking locker. And my 3D model is missing. Fuuuck.

I'm just going to go look at my Pantone colour chart.

In the Words of My Sister: "MADNESS"

2011-02-01T22:31:00.006+08:00

Burn.

How disrespectful to Torres; to Liverpool fans; and above all THE CLUB ITSELF. Then I found out Luis Suarez left Ajax for Liverpool. I don't like the guy. I really don't. There was that handball incident during the World Cup. Then he bit an opponent's neck during one of Ajax's games. What the actual fuck, man. I saw Chelsea's spanking new number 9 jersey. So used to seeing the name on red that when it appears on blue, it feels a bit off.

Okay!

There's nothing much to say of my life at the moment. School is same old, same old. Been going to bed late, and starting my days early. My locker is cramming up. I should clear some of the stuff out to make room for this semester's pile. I also need to stock up on my acrylic paints; one of my classes is sucking this medium dry. Such is the case with the watercolour, but I'm not as bothered, to be honest. I've got my palette knives today. I'm so ready to do some abstract this coming holiday. Red. Yellow. Red. Then I'll go make a request to my father to make me a frame. God knows there are pieces that need framing since I was 15.

Enough blab.

Goodnight.

This Is Football

2011-01-31T17:12:00.002+08:00

Okay.

This is me being unreasonable: Is this because I watched Athletic Bilbao's match and celebrated their 0 − 2 victory, so you, The Powers That Be, had to give defeat to my team? Or is it because I watched only the first half of the match?

This is me being rational: Shit like this happens, and THAT IS OKAY because there will be some wins and losses. That's how it is. Cris' quality of play seems a bit off to me lately. I AM BOTHERED. Very bothered. Also, he looks agitated for the past two matches. A relief: Karim is improving, I see.

A confession: I need to get started on my assignment with a heavy heart. I'll get over the loss in a couple of days' time.

asdfghjkl;

2011-01-15T23:08:00.001+08:00

You made me cry.

When Polaroids Attack

2011-01-10T17:04:00.006+08:00

My parents bought the jersey for me on Saturday. I can't believe this is actually mine. I really think I should have taken size S, though, but it's cool. Size M is just comfortable. Ma & Dad:

شكرا

Muchas gracias!

So I may have gotten a little carried away while I was transforming the above digital image into a polaroid. I was listening to Lucenzo at the time and I was seeing Portugal in my head, the apartment buildings with its bright colours and small black-iron-wrought-fenced balconies with cute windows. So I went to Flickr and remembered those times I was looking at Puerto Rico snapshots and I was like, This is why I want to see the world.

Simple as that.

Somewhere in Puerto Rico. I like the colour on both buildings.

...and, duh, Cuba. What I like about Cuba is the fact that they have these old cars. There are few modern cars there due to the embargo against Cuba.

Portugal. I especially like the red-rimmed windows. I applied a lighting effect on the glass pane with Gimp, so it looks like the sun is reflecting off of it and blinds you instead. Or maybe not. I want to photograph buildings like this someday.

You Blind Or…?

2011-01-10T14:59:00.004+08:00

The team came out onto the pitch, as promised, wearing the shirt with "Ánimo Pipa, recupérate pronto" on it. A really nice gesture, but—sigh. It sucks to have one player come back from injury just to see another one go. So yes, you get well soon.

The game was interestingly intense. It was 0 − 1, then 1 − 1, to which the visiting team responded by making it 1 − 2. Then it was until up to the extra time in the first half and, again, Ronaldo scored, making it 2 − 2. It made me go asdfghjkl; because, damn, the match was giving me heartaches. Second-half: Ronaldo made it 3. A hat-trick. Kaká—oh, Kaká—scored the fourth one. I got chills down my spine and my heart did this weird jump. His first goal since coming back last week. I cried a little. Bleuhr.

I think it would have been 4 − 3 at full time if Cazorla wasn't wrongly flagged for being offside when the ball went in. Poor decision.

In another league: Manchester United 1 - Liverpool 0. Not surprising because Hodgson just got sacked and Dalglish came in a day before the match. Be practical. How much could the man do in just one day? The team is pretty much in bad shape right now.

Addicted to Pola. Fuck Si!

2011-01-07T01:11:00.006+08:00

Yes, it's true: I'm addicted to Pola, which explains the picture below because I cannot resist the temptation not to turn this image into a polaroid and pretend—just pretend because this fantasy is much more entertaining than RL—that I was there and had this moment captured. Ahem. OK.

Cool story, bro.

Source

This Is the Life

2011-01-05T17:11:00.002+08:00

Listening to Romance on Flamenco classical guitar while downloading custom content for TS3 with the rain raging outside the window.

I'm so content.

This Is Very Amusing

2011-01-04T22:45:00.003+08:00

Look at the possibilities! But mine is just disturbing.

Tsk.

It's still funny, though.

Applaud You

2011-01-04T18:30:00.004+08:00

Please Just Score

2011-01-02T23:59:00.004+08:00

The game is frustrating.

I'm gripping at my hair, drinking water like I'm the one running up and down the pitch, and bitchfacing in front of the TV and at the referee.

asdfghjkl;

I MISS FOOTBALL

2011-01-01T22:50:00.003+08:00

I'm so ready for Athletic Bilbao tomorrow. I've been antsy all week for the lack of football action; replays don't give me as much thrill as watching a live one because frankly, it's already happened and you know how it ends. So—

LET'S DO THIS, OKAY.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, WORLD

2011-01-01T00:55:00.002+08:00

This is why

2010-12-31T23:45:00.007+08:00

Couldn't find torresleadscongoline.gif — I SWEAR TO GOD. The one time I feel it's relevant to use, it refuses to co-operate and show up. ~~*bitchfacesinfrontofscreen*~~

I will never forget 2010 because:

It was the 19th FIFA World Cup. Thank you, South Africa.
July 11 was the most beautiful day of the year. And I loved the fireworks.
The world heard Waka Waka. Just beautiful.
Between the Buried and Me came & I was there.
Heaven Shall Burn came & I was there.
Marcus Bischoff hugged me — and left sweat on my hair. :/
I received the Netherlands keychain and I feel so boss.
I made awesome friends. Here's to having a decent 2nd semester.
There was that moment when I almost got my Spain NT jacket. Jarr, you were there. (:
My family for having those epic moments of the good, bad and confusing. I heart all of you.

THIS MAN.

Snap

2010-12-31T01:25:00.007+08:00

I WILL GET YOU.

The jacket. Not you, Geri.

Another reason to watch Barça play...

2010-12-24T20:48:00.004+08:00

What is oxygen? There wasn't any air when I saw Afellay on the news earlier whilst eating dinner. It's alarming how this guy can make me forget food. Or to breathe. He has arrived.

When you thought your day was DULL & you found AMUSEMENT on football blogs.

2010-12-23T21:33:00.011+08:00

I just want to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on—yeah. Footballers are invading my posts. Oh well.

When you thought you were happy before with your desktop background and you found this. SO PLEASED.

Always when you least expect it, awesome shit happens. All it took was my mentioning of dining at Swensen's in the near future to Ma because I was reading the morning paper, and she suggested we go on my 21st, but then I told her no because I'd prefer a Real Madrid jersey ~~and a labret/Monroe piercing~~.

Here's to hoping nothing gets messed up.

THIS.

A Merry Christmas, indeed.

BONUS Jajaja! Aw, man.

To Conquer The World With Cheese!

2010-12-21T21:40:00.004+08:00

I turned to the Sport section of today's paper and — boom.

There were 4 faces looking back at me: red-faced Ferguson, haggard Hodgson, angry Benitez, and an unimpressed Mourinho. All very intriguing, though the news on Mou & Co. was old news; I know some wonderful communities that keep me up to date. Even with a two-page spread, when put closely together, it feels kind of imposing.

Like, which one do I read first? Dilemma overload.

Llorente joins the likes of Navas and Piqué on the Most Mesmerising Eyes list. ~~Otherwise known as The EyeF*ckers list~~. They truly are mesmerising. Be dazzled.

I discovered ItaloBrothers last night, and I'll tell you this: It is strange to hear someone actually sing to Jumpstyle. I don't know if it's been done before because the kind that I'm used to is without any singing, but it was definitely a first for me. I especially like Radio Hardcore and Love Is On Fire.

While we're on the subject — FOR THE LOVE OF BLUE EYES AND LONG LASHES, Coone. You're killing me.

And to end this meaningless ramble of a post composed in a state of a disoriented mind, with a recent favourite gif:

Two Fernandos in one frame.

Pleased? Very.

This Is Bad Mood Shitting

2010-12-19T19:16:00.007+08:00

This has got to be the worst day yet. Don't care about Fabregas because it's old news, but NOT FUCKING TORRES, too. I feel like I could cry.

Oh, Basti.
Sigh.

FUCK OFF

2010-12-17T23:37:00.002+08:00

Stop giving me reasons to be angry about. I can't help it. It tires me.

In all seriousness, can't you fucking stay away for one fucking week? YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BASH YOUR FUCKING FACE IN.

And YOU should be working. YOU should be making life easier. YOU should be able to give the parents some money monthly. YOU should fucking pay me back, asshole. It's my fucking money and you simply took it like it's nobody's business. FUCK YOU.

I HATE YOU.

And I fucking mean it.

You made me this way.

Danza Kuduro

2010-12-14T21:13:00.008+08:00

I've been listening to this song, and I know how Spanish sounds like but Portuguese? It sounds a bit like French and spelled out like Spanish. Anyway, Wikipedia had cleared that bit up for me. I understand better now.

Oh, happy song.

And—OMG—these two:

Shaqueel & Damián.
WHY SO ADORABLE?!

Like, We Ain't Even Bothered

2010-12-10T23:04:00.003+08:00

No picture for this post because I can't bloody decide.

Well, holy shit.

The bass is better on the earphones when dressed with sponges. I keep telling Ma that they keep slipping off like it's not my business and, get this: she reasoned with me that the hole of my ears are small, which is hard to believe because that would mean the diameter of the earphones are smaller compared to the hole of my ears. Is that what she's saying? Would that not mean the hole of my ears are actually big? WHAT? Or is it the other way round? I'm so confused.

It doesn't matter; such matters should not worry me too much. My ears are feeling so snug and warm right now, like bracing the cold weather in just a baggy, comfortably fuzzy, warm sweatshirt one wet afternoon some time ago that made me just want to cuddle and — just be.

Good times.

I broke my Friday tradition today by not playing the Le Hardstyle Domine playlist because, apparently, my On-The-Go 3 plays songs that inject some kind of high in me, like, it doesn't matter that I'm sacrificing my vacation hours to fatten my bank account because I am high without the drugs. A healthy high, how about that, aye?

And the playlist only has two songs, but I have to give much thanks to the banging awesomeness that is Manga (maNga?) maNga for saying "I don't think they'll give up the rage," and "I could love you more than they hate". Those words kind of fed my almost-on-indefinite-hibernation plot bunny to fucking life.

About time you woke up, bunny.

Also: I think Sarabia looks like someone. I just don't know who. I've been trying to figure it out. I'd hug Benz but maybe I'd just squirt water from the same bottle Pepe used on Sarabia instead. A hat-trick. A fucking hat-trick. IMPRESSED.

Oh, and happy 23rd, Pipa.

I'm on a mission with my plot bunny. Welcome to the soon-ending 2010.

Be mushrooms.

Oh Noes

2010-12-08T23:01:00.004+08:00

I'll be brief and probably the briefness won't make any sense to you.

Nora has a brother: Leo! A victory put a smile on my face like it's thebest feeling in the world. And it was and it hit home - hard. I'd give Reina a hug. As a celebration, everyone will have to sing Pintame. I heard Pirata spoke English today. Why so adorable? Siiigh. Pipa will be back in 4 weeks instead of 2 months. Thanks for the mercy. Prank about San Iker: bloody cruel. Training pictures + witty commentary = A+++. I miss EPL. Liverpool. Also: give back my Champions League! Good luck, Gunners. Don't ask - I don't know why.

Be mushrooms.

Oh and this:

: )))))

Do Whatever

2010-12-05T16:32:00.003+08:00

I'm not even going to bitch about the delayed kick-off between Osasuna and Barcelona that ate into the time slot of Real Madrid's match that was supposed to be televised live ~~yesterday~~ this early morning—damn that air traffic controllers strike—because Cris scored twice and it nearly brought me to tears, and Granero (yay!) got some playing time and gave me quite a crazy giggle because he just came on to the pitch for 2 seconds and got carded. Why so adorable? Even more so a shouty!Özil.

And God, what's with Valencia and all the touching?

I'm quite content.

For now.

MF MF MF MF MF MF

2010-12-05T05:34:00.002+08:00

STARHUB, should I hate you or Barcelona more than I already do?

Freaky Like OH

2010-12-04T03:50:00.000+08:00

I should sleep.

I can't stop listening to Madcon.

Maya Hi Maya Hu

2010-12-04T02:15:00.006+08:00

I've activated my German keyboard and — wait, let me try these out.

Löw. Özil. Müller. Träsch. Großkreutz.

(Insert evil laugh here). I miss World Cup. Bah.

Gummibär!

I've lost it — just a little bit. I've been listening to Gummibär and I don't know why. Maybe it's the Gummy Bear Song that I like so much, or maybe I just like looking at its green body and bulging tummy bouncing in the videos. SO ANNOYINGLY CUTE. I wonder if there's a bear of this, er, wannabe gummy bear.

I actually ate today. I'm talking proper meal. A good sign because I think every fucking thing about that match just about killed my whole appetite for two days. I was in a bad mood. Possibly a bit depressed. But we move on.

I'm going back to work on Monday. A bit exhilarating because I get to sit at my desk again and abuse the keyboard. Good times. Also, I GET PAID, which means I get to buy FIFA 2011. Or maybe Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit. Or, and if my parents refuse to grant my ultimate birthday wish, a Real Madrid jersey.

Bah.

I'm so fucking tired.

GTFO

2010-12-01T00:56:00.005+08:00

UPDATE I can't do it. I'm just going to rot in front of the TV.

This is a distraction. I'm going to fill my head with music while I continue to revamp this blog and collect more deviant stamps. I'll shoot my inedible cupcakes tomorrow.

If I feel like it.

I want a pair of tight headphones, you feel me? The one that wraps around your head snug, trapping all the music in so you'll get near to being deaf when you take them off after. These earphones are pissing me off. Seriously.

Stupid fucking shit.

Had This On Phone

2010-11-30T14:55:00.004+08:00

The reaction: *DED*

Of course That Other Team won. So many obvious reasons. Also, I believe in jinxes and tell-tale signs. Choose your words more wisely, Cris, honestly. Moreover, Valdes is a beast. Always has been. Always will be. He's one hard MF to bring down. And I wish I hadn't changed my opinion about him. Oh, the power of photo shoots. Boo.

One of the tell-tale signs: I made a t-shirt with the leftover paper clay I used for my second inedible cupcake yesterday (better colour shades this time - victory!), which I then decided, on the spot, to be a jersey. One thing led to another because I thought immediately of number 3 and it wasn't Pepe I had in mind. God no. It wasn't him. I'm such a traitor, I know.

I had a bad feeling when I cut out the number 3 from the paper clay like it was a fucking icing. I was like, ''What is this?'' It felt like I actually somehow, in some stupid way, knew those Cules were going to be the happy ones at the 90th minute.

That Other Team played very well, defended well, executed well. On the other hand...

Casillas: Tsk. Ramos: he totally lost it, man. First Messi (ehhh... he'll live), then Puyol (Puyol? PUYOL?!) and Xavi (wow) before being sent off. Ronaldo: fucking miserable. That shove you gave Guardiola was not cool. See how Valdes was all up in your face? RAGE. Benzema: WTF. Why, Pipa, why? The rest: Sigh.

Ciao.

This Is Still NOT Sparta

2010-11-30T01:45:00.004+08:00

Hyperventilate, first.

Then calm the fuck down.

Enjoy...for 90 minutes.

React.

Stop for a Minute and SMILE

2010-11-28T19:03:00.005+08:00

What is the wallpaper on your best friend's cell phone?
I have no idea. I've never fiddled with her phone.

Do you feel comfortable singing in front of others?
Not at all, yo.

What's your last bruise from?
It was from the dining chair. See, folks, always watch where you're going.

Do you cut your own hair?
No, but I have before.

Are you excited about anything?
Oh yes. It starts at 4 am, though.

Do you have random/weird dreams?
Frequently. I'd always wake up with a WTF moment.

What is the last dream you remember having?
My family and I sitting with The Special One during a match. So whacked.

Don't you love it if you're laughing really hard, and your face starts hurting?
Yes. That tells me I'm having a good time.

When will you be 21? If you already are (or older), when did you turn 21?
Eh, this coming January.

What's your favorite thing to do in the summer?
Stay out of the sun.

How about fall?
We don't get Fall around here.

When's the last time you fell/tripped?
I almost tripped over Baby earlier. The idiot was preening in the middle of the kitchen.

Do you hate it when people kick you in the back of the knee?
OMFG. Yes.

How about grab your sides?
I'm quite ticklish so yes, I'd hate that too.

Do you like being tickled?
No way, Jose.

What was the last thing that made you want to scream?
I was playing WE 2o1o, and fucking Benzema was being a fucking idiot.

Do you melt butter to put on your popcorn?
No, because I don't need anymore butter.

Is today you're favorite day of the week?
Sunday isn't my favourite day.

Have you actually seen 'fireworks' when you were kissing someone?
I'd rather watch the fireworks, then.

Have you ever been so drunk that you don't remember the night before?
I've never been drunk.

Do you believe that people can be very crude?
There are crude people out there.

Have you ever found a four leaf clover?
No, but I've seen a keychain of it before. Or was it the three-leaf clover? It got me pretty excited.

Do you have a very clingy friend?
Not that I'm aware of.

Do you consider flirting cheating?
Well, if you're with someone, why bother flirting with other people? It somewhat feels like cheating, yes.

When was the last time you went bowling? Do you remember your score?
Hah. Last two years, if I'm not mistaken.

Does 'cowtipping' sound like a good time to you?
Does flipping the mattress over under you while you sleep sound like a good fun to you?

Have you ever been called a psycho?
Jokingly, of course.

Have you ever wanted to drop out of school?
Ah, yes. That was the messiest time of my life.

What's your favorite swear word?
Fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuck.

What do you always think about?
Big things. Small things. Irrelevant things. Just things.

How old will you turn in 2011?
21, yo.

Breakfast or lunch?
I don't do breakfast. I sometimes don't do lunch.

All the Lights in Town

2010-11-26T16:39:00.008+08:00

I could be in love but I just don't know.

Hey, Blog. I know I should change your skin. I know it's getting old and boring, and yes, I'm aware the year is coming to an end soon. Believe me, I wouldn't want you to be wearing the same skin as you had for last year's new year for 2011...or were you? Hell, I gave you a new name, didn't I? Yes. I named you after the cherry that committed suicide in Russia...or somewhere.

Well, Blog, to be honest, I can't remember just what took place at what timeline anymore, and really, does it matter now? You're right. It doesn't because nobody cares. But guess what, yeah, Blog? I can't find you a nice skin. No way, Jose. The problem is, I like the current skin on you, and I thought, fuck ~~you~~ it, I'm just going to have to revamp you inside out. If the code has any mercy on me, that is.

I'm turning the big two-one soon, Blog. How depressing.

Dear God, I want a Real Madrid jersey for my birthday. Pleeease?

I Would Be in Amsterdam. Still.

2010-11-24T23:33:00.005+08:00

I was watching Cake Boss earlier on. So maybe I was just staring. I had just woken up from a nap. Yes, a nap. I hardly take naps but for some odd reason, I felt awful. My head felt awful. Every fibre in me felt awful. So I woke up and realised that I had fallen asleep with another book as my pillow. Damn European fiction. But that's not the issue here. The issue here is this:

I AM BORED.

So Cake Boss was on. Have I told you how much I love baked goods? I especially love those adorable cupcakes with colourful icings. I probably don't love eating it as much as I love looking at it, though. You'd see me straying to the Culinary aisle in a bookstore and flipping through a book full of cupcake pictures - and swooning.

Then an idea struck me: make your own bloody cupcake, woman. Since I can't bake, I'll make an inedible one. There are some tutorials on how you can make a polymer clay cupcake, and it sure as hell looks exciting but I don't have that material and I'm not about to go out and buy it, either. I'm just going to work with my paper clay. And then paint it.

Let's just see how that will turn out.

Now I can stop feeling guilty about rotting away at home during my school vacation and not doing anything related to art because I told myself I can't laze around and forget about my graphites and sketchbooks and paintbrushes and that I should find some artists reference, be inspired and create because after all, school fees aren't cheap.

And it's a tough world out there.

La La La La La La Laaaaa

2010-11-22T02:23:00.003+08:00

El Clasico on the 29th.

Not saying that I don't have faith but when CR said what he said, it worries me a little. Ay.

Anyway, words just can't possibly justify how excited and nervous I am about this.

In the meantime, I need some amusement. Lots of it.

Humour me, bitch.

Eleven

2010-11-18T22:08:00.002+08:00

Afellay joining Barcelona next year?

I don't know how to react - exasperated, frustrated or excited. Maybe someone feels guilty about my reaction to the outcome of van der Vaart's fate that this someone thinks by bringing over Afellay would make up for it.

It's working, but it has yet to be finalised.

So let's see.

Nyehehehe Part 1

2010-11-18T18:35:00.002+08:00

rofl.

For the love of Voldy and Dark Marks!

Never mind the fact that you already know how the story will end, but you have got to admit, the second hardest part of this epic finale is actually having to wait for Part 2. In my head, next year feels like lightyears away. Sigh. But Part 1 was very entertaining - from start to finish, and the way how Snape made his first appearance outside the Malfoy Manor's gates, was so boss.

If only I could get inked.

Mount This!

2010-10-05T23:01:00.002+08:00

I agree, though my coffee is actually a large cup of ice-blended mocha topped with whipped cream. Oh my God. I want one so bleeping bad. I'm salivating. This is what happens when I deny myself mocha consumption for the day: I envision it so frequently, I can almost taste it.

And a good book to go with it: Beirut 39.

I love that book.

I Have No Title for This Post

2010-10-04T17:22:00.002+08:00

Fuck off.

The last time that I had to replace my iPod earphones - and it wasn't too long ago - I had to pay $40. True, it was still a bit pricey for just a pair of earphones but I found it within a reasonable range since it's an Apple product, but holy shit, man. I damn near cried in the store when the salesman showed me the earphones that come with a mic (I think there's a mic?) and a controller. The new earphones, he said, costing $48.

I asked for the ones without the mic and controller but he said they no longer sell that; those are the ones they're selling now and in my head, I was like, Fuck me. $50 for a pair of earphones? Now that's just too much.

To further clarify, to ensure that we're talking about the same pair of earphones here, I mentioned the $39 that I had to pay the other time and he nodded in his stoic demeanour saying, "Yes. We no longer sell that."

Well.

I told him I'm going to think about it.

I'll most probably be back tomorrow and buy one.

Oh God, forgive me for spending so much. :(

Oh Mi Mou!

2010-10-04T10:53:00.003+08:00

Look: a 6-1 win.

Needless to say, that shocked me awake. I was dreading to know about the result when I started up the Mac earlier, to be honest, but THIS! I didn't expect this. I mean, even if they won, as one could expect, there would be a goal or two difference, but this is just a very nice surprise.

So nice.

Let me squeal.

Stop Motion Blahs

2010-09-23T22:17:00.002+08:00

There's so much to do! A linoleum board is to be carved out by Tuesday. I've never done any sort of carving before and the lecturer wants it done properly. So I'm just going to give it my best shot while being very careful about it because one mistake and that's it, yo. There's no undoing it and just one piece of that rubber-like thing costs close to $10. The pressure!

Speaking of which, we've embarked on yet another project for 3D Studies. The only difference now is that this project is 7-week long, which is the whole of the second semester. Why that long, you wonder. It's a big project with the dimension set to 2m x 2m x 2m. We're to come up with a sculpture relating to "nature & peace" and a whole lot of other criteria and the best part is this: the sculpture WILL BE EXHIBITED @ SENTOSA for 1 WHOLE MONTH. How exciting is that? We've only just started and are still brainstor

ming, throwing in ideas and everything.

I was generally in a good mood in Design Process class today. Got back my result for the critique last two weeks. That is to say the box that we had to do with theme Hear, See & Touch No Evil. I had fun doing my box. I really did but, of course, the process was a bit of a torture. I still have the step-by-step pictures on camera, and

I can't believe I did all that - and it was all worth it. Or so the grade tells me. (((((:

As for the portrait, which is based on my best friend Hajar, I didn't expect it to be well-received by the lecturer but it was. She found my cubism portrait "whimsical" and "quirky". She loved how I incorporated "west/east references" in it since HAJAR IS SO DORAEMON-OBSESSED. The Doraemon being the east reference while I thin

k the west would have to be the Cubism movement that the portrait was done in.

I did a "good job". So proud of myself. Hee.

Now I've got essays that I need to get started on.

Omigod, but I'm like:

I miss no. 5.

Last Salute

2010-09-19T23:57:00.003+08:00

This sky will make me sick.

You've Been Tagged!

2010-09-18T01:58:00.002+08:00

I've never cared much about social networks. I'd open up an account, just for the sake of having one, but I'd be inactive. And when the time comes, I'll close it down. I don't like them, to tell you the truth but the reason behind that, I can't quite provide because it's still a mystery to me. I can't figure it out.

I don't know if it's due to the fact that I'm generally not very social with people; or trying to keep up to date with the ones on your Friends list is taking too much effort - in my eyes, at least; or the existence of these social networks is really unnecessary. I just don't like it.

But I got used to it. Sort of. I wouldn't say I'm super socially active now - just occasionally in the sense that I actually make the effort to remember to log onto my FB account just to see what's happened since my last visit. And my Inbox. As well as the Events tab.

And I've recently just truly seen the power (ahem) of photo tagging. I've found all of my relatives' FB accounts. Well, most of them. I didn't bother to ask if they have one (but of course they all do) because I know I wouldn't be logging onto my FB account that frequently because I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO, but it's nice to know that they seek you out, and from there, you seek your other relatives out and before I knew it, we're all sought out.

Hah.

Okay. When I first turned on my MacBook, I had no intentions of going online but the cursor strayed over to the AirPort button and then - DOOOOOM! I get sidetracked that easy. I'm just going to write now.

The best ideas always come so late to me.

Blah!

Throw Ya Million Miles

2010-09-15T20:26:00.004+08:00

For the love of blue eyes and long lashes!

I've finally found the one track that I've wanted ever since I heard it. It's the "love at first listen" kind of thing, as with many of his other tracks. I don't know why but every time any of his tracks reach that exciting part, the climax or whatever, I get butterflies in my stomach. It's like they've burst out of the cage and are fluttering about. Then there's a warm sensation, some kind of a fuzzy heat, that spreads - the kind of feeling you get when you're proud of somebody.

Nyeh. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.

I do know that I'm in desperate need for a pair of good headphones so I can commit these hard kicks and basses to memory.

And a new layout as well.

La La Laaa

2010-08-30T01:17:00.002+08:00

The date that's been heavily marked with black sharpie and excessive use of exclamation marks on the calendar is finally here. Yes, I'm talking about La Liga. (Since my EPL dose has moved to a rival TV network, everybody, on three: BOO!) I'm waiting for the 2:55 AM match but in the meantime, Barca players are entertaining me.

I've finished my Drawing I assignment and it looks weird because I had accidentally deleted the reference picture I took in class. Yes, I'm that smart, yo. So I had to really remember and visualise how the light falls on the objects. It was a bit frustrating but hey, it can't be helped. The picture is gone. Deal with it. I am, however, very unhappy about the last vase. The shading just doesn't look right.

Oh well.

Methinks Ozil needs a new diet.

Drizzle In Ma Heart

2010-08-14T03:12:00.003+08:00

What the bleep bleep bleep.

In this holy month, I'm trying my hardest not to swear. Hence the bleep bleep bleep. But sometimes, I just do - by accident because humans just annoy other humans without actually meaning to but won't apologise for it and that just elevates that annoyance more. I don't do it out loud, though; it's all in my head, but that's just as good as actually saying it, and that further annoys me more.

Yes, I'm officially annoyed. I don't know if it's from the lack of sleep; or the frustration from having to clear away my assignment pile; or how angry I get just thinking about how bleeping pointless the 3D Studies class is, and how annoying that I have to do a portrait with research, colour studies, artist reference and a study reflection; or HOW MY DAD IS HOGGING THE TV WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING A LIVE MATCH OF BAYERN MUNICH vs REAL MADRID.

Did I mention that it's Real Madrid? Did I mention that it's a live telecast?

I was so looking forward to it and then poof! All the excitement is gone. I was near to tears. I nearly tore this stupid planar models note down the middle. dsfhwpeijhewcifje fiejfdkfjdslkmfoeut-024jg.

This always happens, I'm telling you.

Why, God, WHY?

You've Got Me Squealing

2010-08-08T18:16:00.002+08:00

No, I didn't get to watch the full match. Not even half of it, either - just the highlights of the game which is okay because it's better than nothing. And of course they won. My huggable and adorable penguin scored! He got me squealing in front of the Mac. I'll be doing more of that when Barcelona plays later.

Oh, the excitement!

Too Bad 20 Is Not Here

2010-08-07T02:25:00.004+08:00

How about some Real Madrid love, eh?

I absolutely love this shot. It makes me feel like I'm standing just behind Kaka, Ronaldo and Raul (which is all very well, to be honest, because this is the closest that I could possibly ever get with them...unless somebody decides to give me the ticket to one of their home games as a gift. Ahem.) You know the saying: So close yet so far. And the only saddening thing about this shot - and I really do mean saddening - is Raul.

Oh, Raul! It's going to be very weird not seeing him and Guti in white anymore. Wish things had turned out differently but oh well. As long as they're happy.

I'm going to have to find a way to watch this Sunday's match. If it weren't for today's (yesterday's?) paper, I would have forgotten all about it. Nonetheless, I still gasped. Then I scanned down the list, and hello! There was Barcelona. Another gasp. Though, it was mentioned that most of the World Cup players would sit this one out which means I won't get my dosage of Pique-ness. Feuch.

I know: I need to fucking stop talking about football.

This week's assignment load not so bad. I've got a reflection to write, some research to do and still that e-learning thing that I have yet to read. Oh, and of course that 80 sketches that I have to complete by the end of the semester.

I forgot how these people tend to make life miserable.

Mesut Ozil!

Yeah, I need to sleep. Goodnight.

Who Said That?

2010-08-01T02:29:00.002+08:00

God won't give you anything you can't handle.

But bloody hell! I'm so fucking stressed, worried and frustrated. This coming week has got to be the worst yet. I've got two A3-sized work to do. 2 e-learnings to go through. A wire model to be completed at least 50% - and I'm thinking how do I know exactly mine is 50% done?

I swear to God, if it weren't for my PA-worthy phone that is E63, I'd be forgetting about my assignments and their deadlines. My God. I haven't been sleeping right. My things are all over the dining table. I think of my assignments as I'm falling asleep and I just feel so fucking sad and lonely - like school is eating up too much of my time and when I come home, I'm always doing some school stuff and I feel like I haven't been talking to my parents much and I feel like I'm drifting away and it's just fucking upsetting.

Bleh!

@£$% U

2010-07-28T19:18:00.002+08:00

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

2010-07-19T08:42:00.003+08:00

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!

:))))))))))))))))))))))))

2010-07-12T20:55:00.002+08:00

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!

2010-07-09T23:42:00.003+08:00

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

2010-07-03T14:51:00.005+08:00

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!

2010-07-02T21:30:00.003+08:00

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.

Wait - WHAT?

2010-06-26T20:46:00.013+08:00

My desktop background for the, er, next several weeks. My father diagnosed me with an Argentine Fever so I might as well dress for the occasion, so to speak. Just two days ago I was caught in a dilemma over the spread on the cover page, and guess what I found on the chips rack outside the store?

I didn't take these, of course. It was some other (local) person. Guess which one I bought, though. I'll be buying the other one soon. And no, I haven't heard of the brand before but the reason behind my purchase had been not about the content of the bag - it's the badge on it because I'm sentimental like that, damn it.

Oh, and stated on the bag is: Product of Spain.

I was smiling, but then the image of the Jabulani rolling past Casillas flashed before my eyes, and I frowned just a little bit, and then it perked up again because of my new iPod earphones. Now I can really hear the bass thumping, compared to the old one. That big four-eyed bastard. He is never ever going to be off my blacklist.

Never!

I spent a whole lot of money today.

Away Away Away

2010-06-21T22:20:00.007+08:00

Lucky number 7.

It's a really nice number. It's sharp, edgy and oh so dangerous. I do pity the other team, though. Imagine the atmosphere in their dressing room right about...yeah - now.

I'm watching Benaglio doing acrobatic saves at where he does it best. His eyebrows are comically scary. Oh well.

2:30 AM is still a long way away.

Smile, Fly and Be High

2010-06-17T23:00:00.004+08:00

I a d o r e this guy. He made me smile, made my heart thump with anxiety and anticipation, and he almost brought tears to my eyes, but most importantly, he made my day - by scoring all three goals against S. Korea. The first one had been an own goal, but hey, a goal is a goal and it's 4 - 1 at the final whistle and I was gleefully high. If that makes any sense. That had been the feeling. I was so delighted I started laughing and crying at the same time.

Of course, Ma thought I was just "crazy", and Dad, well, Dad knows very well why I was acting "crazy". He, after all, watched the match with me and I made it obvious to him that I was with Argentina since the their first match because of Higuain.

Forget Sao Paulo, it's Buenos Aires I want to visit.

Or maybe just Madrid, and visit Santiago Bernabeu.

You Know What Is

2010-06-13T00:42:00.005+08:00

Shapely.

Yes, part of the reason why I look forward to Argentina matches.

Or Real Madrid.

Someone needs to lend him a shaver, though.

Fly, Goddamn It, Fly!

2010-06-12T02:53:00.005+08:00

When I woke up this morning, I felt good. I told myself, "Nothing is going to piss this feeling out of me", because

the obvious: it's Friday
FIFA World Cup 2010 is here

but hey, who was I kidding? I'm talking about me here. It doesn't take much to put me in a foul mood, and something did piss the good feeling out of me over the course of the day. Several things, in fact, but due to the high possibility that I'd be seething (again) just typing them out, let's not get into it.

So! It's a draw for South Africa and Mexico. That Santos was on fire. Well, he was to me, anyway. The stadium was unbelievably noisy. I hated those bee-buzzing sound those horns were making but hey, that's the atmosphere. So deal.

Was it just me or was there a Brazil flag flying in the seats? I swear I saw it. I told Dad and he was like, "Maybe they thought it's Brazil playing" because when I was watching the match, I had to remind myself that this isn't Brazil, this isn't Brazil, because of the colours on the jersey of South Africa.

Then he came up with a more reasonable probability: "They're taking a dig in..." and the sentence never got finished, but I got the gist of it.

A revelation some time during the match: Dad hates team England. Well, better them than Spain. Funny how we sort of bond over a game on TV.

When it was all over, said and done, I was sad.

I want to go to South Africa.

Preferably on June 16.

Thanks to Dad, I'm now watching Uruguay playing against France in my bedroom. Par-tay! It's the second half now, 55th minute and still nil. Obviously, I'm not paying much attention since I'm typing this up but from what I've seen, Uruguay's goalie can fly.

Whoosh!

You Like to Move It! Move It! Ahem.

2010-06-02T22:55:00.005+08:00

Grito Mundial, on the first listen, was thought to be a fun song by yours truly. Funky. Interesting. It's the kind of song that puts me right in a good mood. So good, in fact, that I have images in my head: motion pictures with a whole spectrum of colours involved in the sweltering heat of, uh, some tropical setting.

Now, I'm not a tropical kind of person; I'd rather stay in the shade than be soaking up the sun by the beach with beautiful palm trees and azure waters, but, wow, I almost cried. The pictures in my head are that heart-wrenchingly beautiful. Like, I actually want to be physically there.

On the second listen, though, I appoint Brazil to be this tropical setting. Don't ask why. After having heard the whistles and the deep, heavy thumping of what I imagine to be big drums that are used during street parades in, eh, South America, I realise that this song has a football atmosphere going on. And of course it's about football, as confirmed by the music video. FIFA World Cup 2010, yo. Just go to Wikipedia.

And God only knows why I'm seeing Brazil whenever the song comes on the iPod. I mean, why Brazil, right? The song could very well paint Argentina or Spain or even fucking Portugal in my head but no, yellow and green have to just washout every other colour in these images and dominate.

Maybe they'll win this year?

Anyway, all this images and seeing Brazil and listening to the song makes me want to add Sao Paulo to my Places to Visit list.

Daria Daria Daria

2010-05-30T13:05:00.004+08:00

Ladies and gents, I am now back to my Spanish Phase, but that's not me saying the Football Phase is over. Oh, it's not. It's far from over, I'm afraid, seeing as how the Spanish Phase returns because of the Football Phase, though the egotistical moron that caused it isn't Spanish.

But hey, if you're Latino, you're Latino.

On a serious note: My adjustable bag strap snapped yesterday. I just got out of the cab, walked up the asphalt slope, past the barrier and then snap! I am. Not. Happy. At 8:30 in the morning, still drunk on sleep, annoyed by the hot weather, it was a big WTF moment. Now I'm going to have to buy a new bag and treat it with extra care.

I've learned my lesson.

I've been craving for spicy food this past weeks. I'm talking about the insane kind of spicy, the one that makes you sweat over your plate of food, the one that makes you grab your glass of water every few minutes (or seconds). I find that consuming a non-spicy food doesn't make me a very happy girl. I won't feel hunger-satisfied. I won't feel, I don't know, alive. Spice is flavour. Non-spicy is just boring, diluted and mute. Calm and collected. Weak. But spice! Oh God.

Spice is a fucking Godsend.

I'm hungry.

Those Lean Frames

2010-05-22T20:52:00.002+08:00

It wasn't so much of a blast from the past but it did bring back the memories of the game on one Sunday, and I remember watching the whole gang saluting the crowd and damn. I sort of wish I was actually there. I mean, why the fuck not? You get to meet the whole lot of them. I'm watching it and all I'm thinking, "You lucky bastards!"

No Sleep Tonight

2010-05-21T22:37:00.002+08:00

Or, at the very least, I hope.

I'm so high on the celebratory mood that I feel giddy. I'm talking about the good kind. Although the bad kind is somewhere in the mix, too. I'm still recovering, you see, and listening to these hard kicks and basses going thump thump thump isn't helping. In fact, it's making the giddiness worse! But do I care? Fuck no.

How many times have I mentioned that I want visit Belgium?

Or the United Kingdom, for the matter?

Neon-ized Me!

2010-05-16T03:07:00.004+08:00

I may have gone a bit overboard with the new colour combination. You're lucky I vetoed the idea of having a black background or these bright shades will intensify tenfold and stun you temporarily into Colour Shock! mode.

I'm happier this way, thank you very much.

Current hate: Black nail polish. So I'm going to polish the blue one on my fingernails and try not to think of Chelsea while I'm doing so, and yes, I agree that this football phase I'm swept into has got to end fast. I wasn't as obsessed, you see. With football in general, I mean.

I've narrowed my choice of smartphones to two: Xperia X10 and LG GW620. Thanks to Iq for providing me with those video reviews, I'm most likely to get the former by end of this month. Maybe. I don't know. We'll see if Fickle Me will emerge and mess with my head like she always does concerning things such as this.

I don't need no parachute, baby, if I've got you.

Blooming the Electricity

2010-05-14T20:02:00.004+08:00

Cassius
These daydreams, these daydreams:
Okay

These songs that I previously had on my Samsung have found a place on the iPod. Most of them, at least. I have yet to recover the others. I don't know what I was thinking when I got the iPod; didn't even think about backing up the data on the Samsung and promptly passed it on to my sister and then one day, when I tire of all the familiarised music, I wonder where have all those tunes by English indie bands gone to.

I miss those days, damn it.

Won't Tell Anybody

2010-05-10T22:31:00.001+08:00

There's so much hate and pain going around.

Why do people cheat?

Weapon of Choice: Why, the Fucking Hipbone, Fellas

2010-05-09T21:54:00.003+08:00

I snorted. "Yes, how else do you think I keep my figure?" I am not fat. Sure, I may not be a size zero or whatever the standard is for models these days, but I'm not fat. I have curves, okay? Besides men like curvy women. Who the hell wants to sleep with a woman and get stabbed with her hipbone? What a way to ruin the mood.

True that, if you think about it.

So there's this story on FictionPress that I'm (obsessively) reading and came to that bit above, and my God, I laughed out so loud. I'm talking about the sudden burst of laughter that Dad, who is currently frying some fish in the kitchen (smells sooo good BTW), probably heard and thought that I've gone totally bonkers.

Is Usually Fantastic

2010-05-07T23:17:00.003+08:00

I'm too tired to think of words to express how I feel except for the viewing joy that I anticipate this Sunday. Channel surfing I will be. All those matches shown at once?

Damn.

You know what's annoying? My brother and Manchester United COMBINED. I can't emphasise any more than that. If it was virtually possible (within reason), I would. Dude is enjoying my frustration and agony. I want to claw his face off and break Berbatov's legs, kick Rooney down there, and tackle Park like he deserves it.

I'll leave Giggs alone. After all, he's the very first footballer I ever saw and remember to this day. So I sort of...respect him? Huh.

Swelling good times.

This Is An...WHAAA?

2010-05-02T23:38:00.020+08:00

The weather today was scorching hot, wasn't it? I regretted getting into those jeans, and all I could think about was how happier I would be in a skirt. They clung onto my legs like an annoying second skin that I wish I could just tear off.

I brought the whole family out for lunch at Seoul Garden. Mainly, it was in an advance celebration of my father's, um, 51st(?) birthday (I think he's turning 51 this Wednesday), but of course treating him to an all-you-can-eat buffet translates to treating everyone else in the household. The family cat excluded.

So we all went, got shown to our table and my brother disappeared only to come back with a plateful of beef, then later chicken, and cockles and shrimps and God knows what else was there on our table. I tried the Mushroom Cream Sauce. I don't like it. Much. There were dumplings and tofu, porridge, vegetables, spaghetti...oh, fries! There are just too many, that's all I'm saying.

And Johnson was a man on fire. I like a busy man.

No, I'm not talking about Glen Johnson. Actually, now that I've mentioned it: Man, I cannot believe Gerrard made that mistake! What the fuck just happened, was what I thought. But if you saw the look on his face in the tunnel, you just knew it wasn't going to end well. Not with that stressed, tired and overall just plain unhappy face.

>:(

I just found out my iPod isn't plugged in for charging.

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