ok so jordin's the youngest american idol winner, not that i could care any less. that girl is so fake; from her teeth to the annoying heart-shaped gestures. like just go away. blake winning wouldn't have changed anything. if melinda or lakisha had won, it would at least save this season from ending just like how it began. utterly mediocre. nothing that we've never seen in previous seasons. nothing except sanjaya and his hair. most boring season thus far. i've lost count of how many times i've rolled my eyes seeing news of jordin's victory. screw AI. i still like sailorboy phil.

i really need a job when i start school. maybe tutoring or something. i could start looking now but my fat ass just insists on plonking itself in front of the tv. i haven't gotten a real job ever since the papers ended. that's 6 months of slacking. but hey, i've only put on 3kg.

i need to buy more clothes. i need the onitsuka shoes. i need a big bag. i need new hair. i need a new phone. i need ipod speakers. i need to eat at a steamboat place. but i don't have any money. YAY!

what a double whammy. first, man utd lost the fa cup final on sat. yesterday, rafa's 81 clay court match winning streak was ended after he lost the hamburg tms final. what a horrid weekend. thankfully, caridee was hilarious on antm and the pepper dennis episode was good last night.

yesterday, went to the ntu hss tea party at stamford hotel with celeste. we never talked to any professors and student ambassadors. basically, we went for 3 rounds of food and then left unannounced.

this season's survivor sucks so bad. there are so many boring people in the comptition. even the winner is boring. cook islands is still the best of the series.

glory glory man utd.

i survived 2 months without internet access. i'm now on singnet and the pages load at granny speed. i can finish running 2.4km (complete with the asthma aftermath) and still not have a complete episode of survivor fully loaded. not many things have happened since then but i won't spare the boredom of the details.

i've watched almost 20 vcds and dvds during my internet-free period. the 40 year old virgin is bloody hilarious.

my dad was hospitalised for almost 7 weeks and he had undergone surgery to remove a decaying bone in his neck. he's been home since last friday and the hospitalisation led to him weighing the same as me now. yes, i weigh the same as my dad.

i turned 19 on the 6th without much fanfare. come 2008, i'll be 20 on world asthma day. now that would be something worth celebrating.

the best birthday present i received was chelsea's draw against bolton which handed man utd the league title. go devils!

i've been offered a place in ntu for the english course. suprised? well so am i. i never fancied my chances after telling the prof i disliked reading and preferred movie adaptations. i even wrote an essay on the duchess of malfi which would cause ms baey to lock me up. it was utter rubbish. but i did use the term "hyberbole" which looked and sounded impressive. i've accepted the ntu offer and skipped my nie interview as a result. i doubt that nus would even take a look at my application. i sent them my friends of singa award cert which i was awarded in 1996.

rafa won his 3rd consecutive title for the 3rd consecutive year at the rome masters. he is so going to win roland garros. i haven't played tennis for 15984842 years now i may have lost my golden touch (which was rusty to begin with).

oh klaxons make good music. eccentric but good. i like a lot.

YAY!

the trophy looks like a giant banana to me.

oh great. the school called me this morning just to inform me that they won't be requiring my services for the 5-week assignment as they had 4 new nie teachers joining the school. dammit. and i had made plans to get a brazilian butt lift with my salary. jeepers.

sanjaya, sanjaya, sanjaya. you evolved form being adorable to plain dreadful. you cost the better singers their place in the competition. i think brandon rogers is great, even if he may not be the best. just go home sanjaya. i'll only miss the hair. speacking of AI, the guys are pretty bland this season. there isn't any elliott yamin or chris daughtry in the top 6 guys. irregardless, i do have favs.

oh come the new school term, i'm doing 5 weeks of relief teaching at maha bodhi. problem is, i don't have enough clothes to last me that long. maybe i might have to wear baju kurung which would be incredibly leceh.

but the money is good so i'm all excited for a screamfest all over again.

since there won't be survivor on ch 5 this friday and next (for god knows why), let's turn our attention to my other devotion- a certain rafael nadal. here's him in action in the fed-less indian wells masters series.

i totally love this photo. rafa looks like a perfectly sculpted clay model. oh yeah.

my swensen's dates on results day. faez and shues.

i will not appear in any pictures here until i've mastered the victoria beckham pout.

i want to jump off the edge of the earth and disappear. my heartbeat is just getting way out of control.

ohno.

oh my. it was only 4 days but i feel so attached to the kids of 3 Integrity. i can't remember how many times i've yelled and made them stand in class but they're really great kids. today, i tried scolding 3 boys for being too loud but i ended up laughing with them cause they were too cute and funny. and there were 2 boys who drew a picture of me with them along with a thank you note. like how sweet can 9 year old boys get? i'll miss them terribly. being around them, i can literally forget about everything else. it was such until a girl asked me how old i was and then it dawned on me that the a level catastrophe is coming.

oh how i'll miss 3 Intergrity. i wish i had taken photos of them today. le sigh.