So, I just felt like I hadn't written a proper post in a very long time.

Which is true.

I haven't been busy.

I just haven't been pushed to that point of boredom for a while.

Blogging might have been my scapegoat for not studying.

Maybe now I have a life.

HAH.

We all know better.

So, my CNY was normal.

Food.

Family.

Gambling.

Money.

Meh, no big whoop.

My mother called Ray an organ.

I mean, Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ.

Ray is hurt. I am humiliated.

At least she didn't call Erik an organ.

Or a tuba.

Because she could've.

Thanks mom.

Great Aussie Open semi-final last night.

Should've taped it.

Vamos Rafa!

He's brilliant.

They both were.

Federer must've wet his pants.

On that note, who else was EXTREMELY disappointed with Safina?

Who else is INCREDIBLY annoyed with Serena Williams' hopping?

And lastly, who else wanted to give Verdasco's friend a good kick in the balls?

Maybe it's just me.

Syler is killing again.

Vic is happy.

I shall be leaving for Melbourne on the 16th of February.

And I am so ready to get out of this armpit of a country.

Really though.

When I was 4, my brother and I thought we were English.

Because we spoke English.

Not Malay, not Chinese.

And I think we cried when we found out the truth.

Or not.

I don't remember.

But if I had found out now...

Let's not go there.

Melbourne is gonna be kickass.

Nadal.

Eric Clapton.

Deep fried Mars Bars.

They await.

And Justin, of course.

Ta.

You Know Your Life Sucks When...

Every time you get a new haircut, you end up looking like one of the Beatles.

R.I.P.

Thanks.

Heath Ledger.

April 4th, 1979 - January 22nd, 2008.

And Vic lives again with the return of her beloved...

NADAL!!

FTW.FTW.FTW.

Ah... The hotness that is he.

Psst, Justin! Don't forget the phone number!!

Thank you!♥ 

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

I like.

WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?!

The mushrooms are turning on me.

Holy jumping fucking shitballs.

Too much Futurama fucks with your mind.

Really.

Really.

And perhaps the lack of sleep.

Damn.

So you say ball smacking;

Doesn't deserve your time;

You'd rather spend your time wanking;

So why even make a rhyme?

And no, I'm probably not gonna get to go;

Watch God, the great EC;

It causes me traumatizing woe;

But only Justin knows what he means to me.

Singapore, it's hell on earth;

I'd rather be with you guys;

All in all, I'd rather go to Perth;

And spend time with the drunken butterflies.

So with hope, I'll get to go to Melbourne too;

If I don't, it shall be something I shall rue.