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Listening to: Daughters (from Where The Light Is) - John Mayer
Currently Reading: The Purpose Driven Life (Rick Warren) & Of Love and Shadows (Isabel Allende)

I wasn’t going to blog this but I figured might as well while it’s fresh in my mind.
Sometimes things can get really shitty and you feel your walls caving down around you, and it’s like nobody can get through.
But it really makes a difference when you can tell someone something that means a whole deal to you and watch them connect with you.
When you know that it doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done as long as you’ve been there.

Since everybody left school and went to work or graduate school, I finally understand what it means when people used to tell me, “I wish I could go back to school again” because all I wanted to do then was just to be done with exams.
So now I know.

It’s a dog-eat-dog world and here are a few things I’ve learnt :

1. Keep your nose clean and do your work with honesty and thoroughness. Don’t do anything that will make it impossible for you to look in the mirror in the morning.

2. Be yourself and don’t get lost in the crowd, work wisely with your teammates, not against them.

3. There’s always going to be one person (at the very least) who will make it seem like their life’s motto is to ruin yours. Listen up, that’s life. Repeat Rule 1 and be prudent but most of all maintain your respect and dignity. Nobody has the right to walk over you unless you let them, so don’t.

4. Leave your work when you get home, at the end of the day, work is where you earn a living - not life itself. Exercise regularly and take care of your health; fitness of both mind and body is imperative and goes a long long way.

5. Take a break when you need it. And I cannot stress this enough. You should be Numero Uno.

6. Do not engage in office gossip, you never know who might be listening.

7. Know who your friends are and keep in touch with them, knowing that they are in the same boat as you, can do wonders for your self-esteem :)Your friends are the ones who hold your hair back while you’re making a connection with the toilet bowl, not the ones who knife you in the back when you’re not looking. Maintain your priorities and keep perspective.

8. Find passion in your work, if you wake up thinking, oh shit - it’s another day, something’s going wrong.

9. Pray so that you will always be led to make the right decisions, when push comes to shove, values trumps salary.

10.Take it one day at a time. Keep the faith. Stay strong. And reach out when you need help or even a shoulder. At the end of the day we are here to fulfill God’s purpose in our lives, not our own.

All the best to all my fellow peddlers.
Here’s to riding this through together.

161

I’ve been reading a lot of blogs lately. Not more than usual but something I’ve picked up on was that lately I only ever write when I’ve been in some weird ranting lunacy. One of my friends read Check Out and said that it had to have been the Mother Of All Rants. It was.

And then I realized that when I was studying in uni, I definitely had a way more dynamic life. I got on a bus in the morning, traveled with a whole bunch of different people, got off in the city, took a fifteen minute stroll to university and then on the way back, I reversed the procedure. I’ll tell you how that made my life dynamic.

It was the bus. With all its various people from different walks of life, though only chance encounters for me, coloured my life with stories that I will never forget. I took the same bus almost everyday for three years and it was rarely an uneventful experience. The fact that my bus route was shared by that of a mental institute only aided my dramatic flair.

On this bus I once thought I heard a man talking busily on his cell phone until I got off the bus and realized that he wasn’t on the phone, he was busily entertaining his own reflection in the mirror.

I met Tarzan (I swear that’s his name!) on the Bus, a 2L Coke guzzling hunkering Hagrid type character who was convinced that my name was Jane and that I looked just like his wife.

I met a guy while waiting for the bus who opened the conversation by asking me who I was listening to on my iPod (it was John Mayer) and then we proceeded to have the most amazing conversation – this guy was so well versed with classical music and had an obvious passion for it but had dropped out of school too early. Pity, the only thing was, he was a skittish type – very fidgety and nervous and I figured he really needed to be somewhere and the bus was running late. He later apologized by saying that that’s how he gets when he’s high on pot. True story, I had never met anyone genuinely high before and who looked like he was positive he was about to be sprung on by someone from Cops.

My first year in university, I found myself seated next to a young adult who had some mental retardation of some sort, but he was all smiles and I had no qualms about sitting next to him. Halfway through the journey, he asked me loudly if I wanted to scratch his hand – as I turned to look at him quite sure someone would soon yell out Candid Camera, he proudly opened up his palm and grinned at me. The guy wasn’t kidding and I didn’t want to come off like some weird bigot so I obligingly scratched his palm. He was happy for a bit and the bus people went back to their magazines or whatever until he beamed at me again and asked me if I would scratch his tummy. I stared at him in shock and he came closer and proceeded to lift his t-shirt when I firmly squealed, No, and ran to the front of the bus, uncaring of the stares people were giving me because they thought I was accosting him.

Once I thought I was getting robbed at the bus stop because this drunk guy came up to me, stretched out his hand and yelled for a “fecking fiver”. It took me three tries and a near heart failure before I figured out he was asking for a high five, not five dollars.

I met Jared Edgar on the Bus…well that’s the name my friend and I gave him, long story short - the boy was a blonde, long skinny legged bundle of hot. He was young though, probably a freshie when I was a senior, sigh, such a pedophile I have become but JE became the highlight of my every week in that final year when all the semesters blend together and there is nothing left to live for but a possible discount of Heaven chocolates at Coles. He would be on the 8.27 every Tuesday, wearing a signature red sweater and some kind of furry thongs, even on the coldest day. I would stare at him as discretely as possible but got caught a couple of times, something I don’t regret now although at the time would quite gladly have accepted any offer of cyanide to ease the humiliation.

There was also this guy who was your garden variety transit demon aka Konichiwa which was how he once addressed my Chinese friends. He would ride every trip our bus route ever made and when he was in the mood, he would verbally accost the passengers as he saw fit. He had a bowl-shaped haircut and wore a black leather jacket on every bus ride regardless of the weather; we seldom saw him without it, come to think of it, I rarely saw him sweat. I did however once witness him make an autistic girl cry on the bus because he kept making fun of the way she drank from her water bottle. True story, the guy was evil.

We later found out that Transit Demon lived at the mental hospital near our bus route and got release passes out on particular days, which was when we would see him at his best transit behavior.

So really, the bus made up a huge part of my life – now I just get in the car, get out, spend the whole day in the lab with mice (who are hardly dynamic though to their credit excellent animal models) and walk back to my car and back to my family. No Harry Potter crazies or eloquent junkies to brighten my day. Here when I take the bus, I just shudder continuously simply because it’s been ingrained in young women everywhere that every man who looks at you sideways means you some kind of harm. And I’ve heard stories that have convinced me that not all of them are well-intentioned enough for you to falsely accuse me of being paranoid.

But I digress. The main point of this post is that I miss that clunky old bus that was always on time with its most interesting mix of people. And maybe, just maybe, Jared Edgar is reading this riiiight now and looking down at his furry Aussie flag thongs, thinking, no way!

:)

Have a great weekend everybody!

The Aftermath

A recent survey of my Facebook profile revealed that:

Your Top Superlatives

Most Likely To Be a Drama Queen (7 friends)
Most Likely To Get Straight A’s (7 friends)
Most Likely To Reminisce with Me about the Good Old Days (5 friends)
Most Likely To Live for Chocolate (5 friends)
Most Likely To Make a Difference (4 friends)
Most Likely To Bring Sexy Back (3 friends)
Most Likely To pray to God everyday (3 friends)
Most Likely To Have the Best Personality (3 friends)
Most Likely To Be Cuter than a Koala Bear (2 friends)
Most Likely To Fight for a Good Cause (2 friends)

How did chocolate make it so far down the list?
Do my friends know me, but at all?  :lol:

On a more positive note: I’m feeling way better this morning. After the rant yesterday I just went around scowling at every living thing and felt better by the end of the day. Of course, being able to go home probably had something to do with it but thank God for small favors hey?

Check Out

I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do.”
Wonderwall - Oasis
Currently Reading: The Chocolate War

There is a certain time every year where I get a little… spaced out. When I start to just walk around in a haze and do things on automatic, sleep at odd times and practically have an out of body experience - all the time.

This isn’t the most optimal mode to be on when you are needed to be at your most focused. For example, last year I was sitting for my first semester exam of my final year i.e. Fail and Your Entire Transcript Might As Well Be Shat on by Dogs. Yes, I used the word “shat”. Deal with it, ma - your daughter is not a lady. I practically sat for my entire exam in a blur dizzy abducted-by-aliens-type haze.

I walked into that exam two minutes before the start, which wouldn’t normally happen as on exam days I wake up so pumped I am there an hour earlier. I fell into the nearest possible seat and whispered to my friend, literally: “I am so fucked,” and it was one of the rare times that I really felt so.

I answered each question by beginning with a blank mental slate, put pen to paper and the words flowed but I didn’t know where they were coming from. I sat for that exam as though I was on some kind of hallucinogen and walked out equally undisturbed. I don’t know what happened to me that day. I must have made some sense because I did well for that exam considering the cloud of smoke that I was in the entire time - once again proving that God helps us when we least expect or deserve it. After that exam I slapped myself back to reality which was kind of hard because the haze was a numbing experience and sometimes it’s safer to just be unfeeling then to be open all the time to the shit people have to dish out.

But it’s no way to live, I realise when you stop feeling, you close yourself off to all other kinds of fulfilling experiences as well - moments that make us grateful or humble or loved. Moments that keep us from completely checking out of reality and into Hysteria Lane.

I think momentary hazes are the mind’s way of protecting you from trauma or stress that it feels the body will not be able to handle until the opportune time. Unfortunately it can get a little too comfortable in this land and there is a danger of wanting to stay there forever.

I feel one of those stress-inducing haze moments coming on again.
I’ve realllly gotta snap out of this.

I’m so sick of all the price hikes and now they’re talking about not allowing credit cards to be used at gas stations. So everybody’s just gotta be carting around money in their pockets now, is it? It’s bad enough the crime rates here are so high, now you’re just handing out people engraved invitations to rob you at petrol stations? Who is benefiting from this - there must be somebody or this would not have been implemented. Whoever it is, it’s not your so called rakyat.

Yeah a random selingan but this has been really bugging me.

And then just generally on non-political aspects - I’m really tired of people who take other people for granted. And people who let themselves be taken for granted. And people who sit around mindlessly talking about money and how much they want to make because of all the stupid things they want to buy - look around you, life is worth so much more. And those who just whine constantly about how they think they’re not good enough, face it, if you don’t think you’re good enough, no one else will. So just step it up and work it out or stop complaining.

And hypocrites who just judge you for things they do just as equally. And I’m tired of routine and of people saying I’m not really working just because I’m still technically a (research) student - I’d like to see them wake up at 630 in the morning and trudge through a day of endless work and constantly juggle and trip and stumble and drop the ball and not earn a single penny through it all. And OMG it really annoys me when people sit around and talk in their own language when you are right there in the SAME CONVERSATION and they don’t even consider that you may not understand it - they just drop everything we’re talking about and start off on their own language and you’re standing there wondering wtf do I do now? That is SO fucking RUDE and I don’t think people know how unbelievably uncultured they are being when they do that.

Do the words “multiracial society” ring a bell?
Look it up.

Now you tell me, do you think there a reason I check out every once a year?
I’m surprised I don’t do it more often.

JunglyMassive

This is the entire MSN conversation my friend (Published author of The Twisted Stethoscope Jason Leong) and I had after about nine years of not having contact. Well, not 9 years per say, that’s just a figure I use to describe a term that takes forever. You know.. like how long it takes to find parking in One Utama on a Friday night? Or just how long it feels when my mother begins to preach to me about the advantages of exercising.. she mentions the word “heart” and “die young” a lot.

Anyway Mr Celebrated Author and I proceeded to have what seems to be a very disjointed conversation but only because we are so busy exclaiming our own points that we only read what the other person has written way after. So yes, see if you can follow this.

I say:

ru like… there?

The SickoPsycho666 says:

hello yes dear im here

19:18:25I say:

OMG

hahahahah how R YOU

19:18:39The SickoPsycho666 says:

im sorry i am a bit buzy now..studying for exams….but i will talk to u for a while!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

19:18:40I say:

mr published author you

19:18:41The SickoPsycho666 says:

im fine!!

19:18:46I say:

haha no LA

19:18:47The SickoPsycho666 says:

saw harveen the other day…

19:18:48I say:

no no go study

19:18:52I say:

i just tried on the off chance

19:18:53I say:

you DID?

19:18:59The SickoPsycho666 says:

haha she came up to penang for some conference and she never told me

19:19:00I say:

im supposed to meet up with her next week

19:19:01I say:

wow

19:19:07The SickoPsycho666 says:

sorta suprised me

19:19:12I say:

hahahahah where did you guys meet

19:19:15The SickoPsycho666 says:

btw im so psyched u have moved to pj!!

19:19:18I say:

i HAVE!

19:19:19The SickoPsycho666 says:

at the conference

19:19:25I say:

in kelana jaya

19:19:35The SickoPsycho666 says:

when i come home in july, we have an orgy…i mean…hang out k

19:19:36I say:

OH so its not like u bumped into her in the street or what

19:19:37The SickoPsycho666 says:

IN KELANA JAYA

19:19:41I say:

YES IN KELANA JAYA

19:19:41The SickoPsycho666 says:

BUT THATS WHERE I STAY!!!!!

19:19:43I say:

OMG

19:19:46I say:

which SS

19:19:52I say:

hahahah

19:19:58The SickoPsycho666 says:

OMG

19:19:59The SickoPsycho666 says:

u say first

19:19:59The SickoPsycho666 says:

OMG

19:20:01I say:

no

19:20:01I say:

no

19:20:04I say:

hahahaha

19:20:05I say:

SS**

19:20:10The SickoPsycho666 says:

FUCK

19:20:11The SickoPsycho666 says:

im ss**

19:20:15I say:

DOUBLE FUCK

19:20:21The SickoPsycho666 says:

whoah…we are like…one digit away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

19:20:22I say:

we’re PRACTICALLY neighbours

19:20:24I say:

i KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

19:20:25I say:

omg

19:20:28I say:

tats freaky

19:20:29The SickoPsycho666 says:

near which landmark

19:20:34I say:

ok near ***********

19:20:45The SickoPsycho666 says:

another landmark

19:20:45I say:

HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW MY LANDMARK

19:20:47The SickoPsycho666 says:

near ******* ….

19:20:47I say:

-_-

19:20:51The SickoPsycho666 says:

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

19:20:53I say:

YEAAAAAAAA

19:20:58I say:

i think i know where u live

19:20:59The SickoPsycho666 says:

haha actually we are quite far

19:21:00I say:

near ************ rite?

19:21:05The SickoPsycho666 says:

not within walking distance

19:21:08The SickoPsycho666 says:

yeah thats ma place

19:21:14I say:

i KNOW la but i was comparing to when i was in GOMBAK

19:21:16I say:

you remember

19:21:21The SickoPsycho666 says:

u will be around in july rite

19:21:23The SickoPsycho666 says:

HAHAHAHAHA yes i remember

19:21:23I say:

like in another country almost

19:21:26I say:

yeah yeah

19:21:29I say:

im here in july

19:21:31The SickoPsycho666 says:

its ur fault

19:21:34I say:

what MY fault?

19:21:36I say:

19:21:45The SickoPsycho666 says:

ok settled we meet up

19:21:48I say:

settle

19:21:49The SickoPsycho666 says:

k la dear i have to go study

19:21:51I say:

ok dude

19:21:55I say:

mebbe we can call harv

19:21:59The SickoPsycho666 says:

but this chat was worth it….now i know u are so near!!!!!!!!!!!!

19:21:59I say:

make it a proper reunion

19:22:02I say:

HAHA I KNOW

19:22:03The SickoPsycho666 says:

definitely

19:22:05The SickoPsycho666 says:

nice orgy

19:22:06I say:

serendipitous

19:22:10I say:

u mean hang out

19:22:11The SickoPsycho666 says:

i mean…reunion

19:22:12I say:

hahahahaha

19:22:13I say:

19:22:14I say:

tat too

19:22:15The SickoPsycho666 says:

yes

19:22:19The SickoPsycho666 says:

hang out reunion ish

19:22:20I say:

ill bring a sex swing

19:22:24I say:

i mean coffee

19:22:33The SickoPsycho666 says:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

19:22:36I say:

19:22:47The SickoPsycho666 says:

okay i better go now before this becomes an epic conversation!!

19:22:47The SickoPsycho666 says:

cheers!!

19:22:47I say:

yes will be nice

19:22:50I say:

you go dude

19:22:51I say:

ttul!

19:22:55I say:

all the bestttttttttttttttttt

19:22:59The SickoPsycho666 says:

eeeeee

19:22:59I say:

say hi to komella for me

19:23:01I say:

go go

19:23:07I say:

byebye

Mmm I don’t know why I had to blog that but maybe because it’s almost 8.30 pm and I’m still here at lab.
Yes I think that awards me some sanity chips.
Great, I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore.

I live near Jason Leong, Celebrated Author — jungly massive.

I don’t know why but that title looks best in hot pink.

Two corners of the ring

Wishes she was listening to: Coldplay’s Violet Hill
“I wish I could stop putting my blues on you.”

My brother and I had the stupidest fight last night. Pfft.
We actually wrestled for the cordless phone and suddenly the screen went blank and no amount of shaking or tapping or removing the batteries helped.
I got mad, threw the phone, yelled, “You broke it!” and stomped off angrily and slammed my bedroom door (notice how you ALWAYS have to slam a door when you’re mad) because he just sat there laughing.
Two minutes later, he pounded on my bedroom door and yelled back, “It’s working now, you LOSER.”

I vaguely remember throwing my quilt covers aside and pointedly ignored him and went to bed. I heard the TV blare loudly while I drifted off to sleep.

This morning my mother woke me up and asked me what we fought about and said my brother had complained to her that I treat him like crap, so why should he do anything for me? Even my dad, who can sleep through a tornado asked what we were arguing about. As I was about to tell them about it, I stopped short and realised just how stupid it was and how retelling something like that would just make me sound equally stupid.

It wasn’t even a proper fight. Not something we could be proud of.
We wrestled over a cordless phone for crying out loud, not even something substantial like the deeds to a house or money.

Pfft.

Meanwhile, happy birthday Bevvie and Kanithraletchumenaidu (21 letters).
I’ve known you guys forever, may this be as wonderful for you as I hope it will be.

The behavior testing phase is on right now. My greatest fear is that there will be no results for any of my parameters, that I will be this huge failure and have nothing substantial to write about in my thesis. I had something close to a panic attack the other night but it didn’t eventuate to anything serious because I expertly repressed it away to the furthest corner of my mind. One panic attack at a time, cordless phone first.  XO

I’m afraid by the time I get the hang of this, it will all be over and it would have been too late for me to go back and do anything over. That all my efforts this past 6 months would have been for naught. Nothing to defend in my thesis defense, nothing at all. Yeah I know I know, no results is still a result but seriously who wants to read that paper, right? Haih, and my social life is in shambles right now, don’t really have the energy to do much when I get home except have dinner, shower and pass out.

Omg, I have to submit my thesis in 3.5 months.
Repress, repress.

And seriously I have no idea why I have so many Jay Sean songs in my Shuffle.

Yes, I am a barrel of laughs today but I’m doing okay, all things considered.

:) Good luck for your exams, Yowie, seriously, I know what you’re going through.

Ciao.

Not My Time

Listening to: Lauryn Hill
It could all be so simple, but you rather make it hard

Tuesday, 10 June 2008

I won’t go. Not without a fight I won’t.
I can do this.
I can handle this.

Every time I lay my head on the table and wish I were somewhere else, I know that right now there is actually nowhere else I’d rather be.
This is MY plate, my bed.
So I can choose to either just lay on it or make something of it while I’m here tangled in the sheets.

————————————————————————–

I had an amazing weekend by the way, which is something to hold on to.
On Friday night the Hitz.fm cruisers were giving out free tickets to the Sunway Lagoon Summer Splash which I quite happily tucked away and started dreaming about what I would wear and where to pack my suntan lotion. Quite literally forgot that I lived in Malaysia - where though it is practically summer everyday, chose last Saturday to be particularly downcast.

Me, trying to be the cool one decides to arrive fashionably late by sauntering in at 4 pm and stay for the good performances till 8 - doors opened at noon.

Fat chance.
Plans changed so we decided to meet up at two and spent about nine hours looking for parking.

After finding one a few years later, we met Bryan and Joshua and Ashwin at 2 pm… plus a few THOUSAND other people. We stood at the Sunway Pyramid Tower glass windows and stared down at what I can only describe as a Thaipusam-sized crowd.. all pushing and shoving each other in an attempt to get through the flimsy barricades some security guys had set up. The crowd control they had going on was amazing and I guess, the tickets weren’t as limited as I thought it was going to be. We heard that some of our friends stood in line for a couple of hours to get in… to think I wanted to saunter in at 4 pm.

Anyway, needless to say we left after watching a couple of girls fainting and needed to be carried above the crowds. Plus as we were licking our wounds in Old Town White Coffee we realised that barely a few hours into the show that it had begun to rain, and you can’t have a Summer Splash beach party in the rain.

What an afternoon. My mother laughed long and hard when she saw us coming back angry and in wet beachware after what was supposed to have been a great beach party.

We made up for it at night though. Met up at the Curve for some dinner and drinks at the Bavarian Bierhaus, which has AWESOME beers by the way, half a liter chugs for RM30. A few hours of laughter and a Mai Tai later translated into an awesome night and weekend over all.

Still sleepy now but its half past eight and I should have started work a long time ago but I needed to do this.

KitKat

Listening to: Scouting for Girls
” I love the way she plays it cool. “

It’s been a long time since my last update and needless to say tons have happened but none that I have deemed worthy for you guys to want to read about continuously for a page and a half. But since my social life has been shite I think I will let you guys endure a little bit just so you know what I’ve been up to and to assure you that yes, I am alive.

My research project is on track so far but as usual my supervisor is riding me to get more done in less time… like that’s possible. Like I told Kelvin I don’t think the guy realizes that he’s talking to someone who takes 3 hours to wake up in the morning. However I need to step it up if I have even a chance of ending this year with a good thesis and an honours degree.

My super has pretty much assumed that I’ll be staying to do my PhD with him but at this point, 3 years of hard labour is not something I want to think about. If you ask me, if I had the chance, I would drop it all right now for a career in speech, art, drama or writing. God however seems to have a different plan in mind for me and I’ve come this far so I think I’ll hang around and see what happens.

I seem to be wanting more nowadays and am more willing to work for it - I used to be this huge bum who used to hang around the house in my pyjamas and want to sleep the day away and wait for lottery winnings to fall into my lap. Now I don’t just say I want to lose weight, I seriously don’t pick up those french fries or gouge on Coke.

COULD IT BE that I am growing up and becoming one of those people who actually do what they set their minds to? A few things haven’t changed though. I still don’t comb my hair in the morning just to annoy my mother because all she wants me to do is cut my hair short and I don’t want to because, well, (1) I like the messy look but (2) and more importantly because it annoys her that I do.

I’ve been sitting around the house staring at the walls trying to discern which colour would suit the personality of each area of the house best and surprisingly my parents have finally decided that they can trust me when it comes to decor - it’s not so hard I mean, you don’t paint your walls red if you have maroon furniture. It all started when I tricked them into getting an awesome pair of lamp shades from Ikea (they thought they were getting a different pair but I switched it at the last minute) and it totally cheered up the TV room - so yeah it’s good that my mother can’t wait to run a brush through my nested hair but that when I say that certain areas would look great in mustard, that she agrees. And not just for the sake of making me happy that she’s listened to me, while she picks out cerulean blue or whatever.

I assisted on a mouse ovariectomy (a surgical procedure that removes ovaries) yesterday and it still amazes me that i can stand the sight of blood and peer into the vast desert land of organs while my supervisor was hard at work and not have my lunch come back to say hello. I used to be the one who would stoicly pin all my friends’ mice to those cork boards during dissection pracs in Immunology and yet the tornado episode on Desperate Housewives still managed to make me tear. I don’t know the point I’m trying to make here but the irony is pretty striking.

That’s it I guess. I like my life right now although I could do with more rest and a bit more money to pointlessly blow on a gorgeous dress or a new pair of heels, it’s a bit hard to do shop therapy when there’s no green lining your deep pockets. Oh and my friends started circling a petition for people to stop eating terrapin/turtle eggs in view of the recent erm… “celebrity” consumption affair. Remember when Naomi Campbell was dropped as a spokesperson for PETA when she wore fur on the catwalk and then upset them again in 2004 when she took up hunting?

And no, you’re not a hippie if you stand up for what you believe in. You’re a wuss if you don’t.
And I like that John Mayer and Jennifer Aniston are together, they both need a break - the former from Jessica Simpson (that would take more than just another woman to get over) and the other just needs a break and a man who will write an unbelievably flattering song about her body wonderland. ;)

Oh and people should stop banging chocolate over the head because it stimulates all those wonderful happy hormones like dopamine and serotonin that regulates mood! I’d like to see you pop a fibre bar in your mouth while you’re depressed and gain equal and instant relief.

Oh and I didn’t quite enjoy Indie 3 for all its hype, I only went for Shia LeBeouf, yum :D
Anyone wanna go watch Sex and The City the movie with me?

COOK RULES ALL…forever and ever amen.

WHAT DID I SAY just hours ago?

WHAT DID I SAY?

Let me remind you:
“The judges pretty much declared Archie a winner last night which is good and all except I hope that doesn’t ruin it for him because many times in the past Idol has (sadly) proven that stellar performances doesn’t always guarantee you a place in the competition.”

38 mins ago, Cheryl sent me an SMS text saying: .DAVID COOK WON!

To which I replied: Your joking! Your joking!!

Cheryl: im not! he won! he reali did!

COOK! COOK! COOK!

I knew it would be suicide for the judges to declare Archie the winner last night!

I knew Idol would throw us a curveball when we least expected it!

Poor Archie, he was an amazing contestant but it doesn’t change the fact that COOK IS THE AMERICAN IDOL!

We have all learned a few things: That finally, this contest has shown that the American public can appreciate alternative rock over pop. And that you should never count your chickens before they are hatched. And oh, that David Cook rocks. And that I am officially a geek.

I don’t care.

DAVID COOK IS THE AMERICAN IDOL.

And for once I am convinced that more than one Cook will just make my broth better.
Nyahahaha.

David vs David

Listening to: John Mayer
“Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?”

Okay, I have to start work in exactly 11 minutes (give or take) and I normally wouldn’t blog when I didn’t have to liberty to draft and redraft but I think this doesn’t need much rewriting.

American Idol finals 2008 (or for Randy Jackson who is convinced it’s 2007) was literally a David Versus Goliath affair. Well, Big David (David Cook, DC) versus Little David (David Archuletta who will be forthwith known an Archie) at least.

I watched the American Idol finals last night and needless to say, that since I am on D.C’s side that I am pretty much heartbroken. I think DC brought it last night especially with the Collective Soul song (genius!) but I have to admit that Archie definitely stepped it up last night and oh what a step up. Like Simon said, he came there to win and he definitely sang like he had something to prove, whereas DC was like, this is me - take me or leave me.

Which isn’t a bad thing except when it’s the AI finals and your opponent has roughly over a million tween fans. Give or take. The judges pretty much declared Archie a winner last night which is good and all except I hope that doesn’t ruin it for him because many times in the past Idol has (sadly) proven that stellar performances doesn’t always guarantee you a place in the competition.

Both Davids are awesome musicians with a lot of heart for their music and they both deserve to be in the finals. But as they say, only one can win. I’d like to say Archie may have it more in the bag than DC but then again, there’s still a few hours left till voting closes and DC has been a tremendously consistent performer (barring the Innocent performance) and should not be sidelined.

I wouldn’t be upset if Archie won but I am still in DC’s corner and there’s still a little hope left in me.