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wc withdrawal

I know I said I would be more diligent in my postings but I can't help it. I am going through World Cup withdrawal. I can't believe it's over and my intentions to follow Ligue 1 (the French futball league, if you must know) is looking really bleak and I REALLY wanted Gourcuff to sign with Arsenal and that also looks really bleak. It's so sad!

Another Gourcuff picture to help us (me) get through this hard time.

no more world cup

My life was put on hiatus (therefore no updates) because:

1. I just started my full-time job. I don't know what I was thinking but a proper job is so time-consuming and so very exhausting. I couldn't proper function for the first two weeks of 9-5.

2. A unpleasant incident happened and made me commute to work everyday, which basically meant 2.5 hours of my day was wasted sitting on the subway and then the bus, which meant I was even more tired than I normally would be.

3. THE WORLD CUP! At first I was really earnest about updating everyday or after every match, but things got too exciting. My life has been consumed with all things world cup, World Cup news, World Cup gossip, World Cup drinking sessions - overall, everything World Cup.

Now that the World Cup is over and my life is back to normal (i.e. meaningless with no sexy toplessness to look forward to), the incident fixed itself so I don't have to commute and I am FINALLY used to being a proper human being (basically a 9-5er), I will update more.

still baffled

I am still baffled as to why one man can be so damned sexy? I really don't understand how this is possible.

It's not fair to us mere mortals to know such beauty exist. Damn you, Yoann Gourcuff for my lustful crush on you.

speechless

Zidane and Gourcuff together! This is too much for me.

*faints*

heart-broken

Yoann Gourcuff got the first red card of his entire career.

This has got to be the worst World Cup experience for any futbol player in the history of futbol. He had so much potential to shine but circumstances kept standing in his way.

• Match 1: Got benched halfway through because his teammates refused to play with him by not passing the pass to him or acknowledging his passes.
• Match 2: They pressured the coach to pull him off the start-up so he was benched during the whole second match.
  
• Match 3: Unfairly red-carded when he was just getting into the rhythm of things.

Basically to sum up the worst experience anyone can go through during their WC career:

From http://midnitesunlite.tumblr.com/ (If you love Gourcuff and other sexy players, you have to check out her blog) :
"This World Cup has been absolute hell for the poor guy. He was blamed for the NT’s poor performance, ostracized because of it, benched because of it, bullied by the likes of Ribery… and then this happened. Which is just PERFECT. The guy just couldn’t catch a break."

Doing what he does best - playing futbol and looking extra sexy while doing it.

Then this happened:

Uhm, this at worst is a yellow card. The referee pulled out the fastest red card ever seen at a World Cup game. Stupid diving South African player! At least two records were broken today - Gourcuff's first red card and SA being the first host country to NOT make it pass Round 32. Suckers...

Poor guy was so concerned about the diver and then so baffled to why he got the card. It was so unjust.

Doesn't he resemble Zidane to a capitall T? This, especially, reminds me of World Cup 2006 when Zidane walked off the field after he was red-carded (it was well-deserved but it hurts my heart all the same). I don't know why I keep pledging my loyalty to France year after year, because they never fail to break my heart.

I hate this. I hate FIFA referees. How can the two nicest guys ever get red-carded? They're so diplomatic on the field - playing the game as it's meant to played, helping their opponents up when the fall and Gourcuff even flashed one of the referees a half smile when he was fouled. Both brilliant players, both were unfairly red-carded by cheating, crybaby opponents.

I officially hate you WORLD CUP 2010!!

drama

Can the World Cup -i.e. the FRANCE NATIONAL TEAM - get any more dramatic?

1. Yoan Gourcuff is getting the Mean Girl treatment from the rest of the squad except for his fellow Bordeaux players. The French captain acknowledges to not talking to Gourcuff so now the poor guy has to train and eat by himself.



"They don’t like him because he is not like them, he doesn’t like to go to the clubs, he listens to opera music, he comes from Britanny while most other players come from poor quarters, and he doesn’t go to prostitutes like the others, his mother is a teacher etc….

He is a nice guy, that is the problem."

2. Nicholas Anelka, striker for the French team and disliker of Gourcuff, has been fired from the France National Team after insulting Domenech (that stupid rat) and refusing to apologize.

3. Gourcuff and Ribery got into a fight on the plane after the Mexico match. Toulalan had to pull them apart. WHAT THE HELL?

This is all so messed up. I don't think I've ever been so upset at a World Cup before.

And since I am being so unproductive, some more World Cup sexiness to share:

The current love of my life (as if I could be any more obvious): Yoan Goucuff. Seriously, how can one man be so sexy? And HUMBLE? GAD! It's killing me.
So sexy that not even the sexy Kaka and C. Ronaldo can resist.
Bromance amongst the German NT.

world cup rant

Here's the thing about World Cup.

It has so many upsets and surprises that it throws all my predictions out the window. This happens every single day and at almost every single match (that I am able to catch, that is).

Let's talk Day 1. Really France, really? You couldn't afford to score one point? ONE LOUSY point? Why? We have Henry, Malouda, Ribery, Gourcuff and Anelka who are players of big clubs for Europe but they spewed out a lacklustered performance. You better do a good job tomorrow or else we're breaking up, France.

RANT STARTS HERE: Where is your cohesion, Le Bleus? WHERE?! Do you NOT remember tasting that close victory in 2006, hmm? How you guys made it all the way to the finals when everyone were scoffing at your inabilities? Didn't that feel good? Well do it again. AND YOU, Gourcuff, you were supposed to be the man of the hour but where were you when Anelka needed you? Braiding your gorgeous hair? Go show them some of the skills that we all know that you are capable of. France, you should give all your free kicks to Gourcuff because he is that good. I thought you should know. END.

Now the Australian vs. Germany match. What can I say other than, Germany, you guys have my respect. You are by for the most outstanding team at the World Cup. I don't think any of the other teams got the memo that we're playing at an international level here. Australia, aren't you an OK team? Shouldn't you have mustered up something, ANYTHING? I was crying on your behalf watching you being mopped by the Germans.

Spain, please remember that you are the Euro Champion 2008. Try not to lose anymore, OK?

Italy, what is it about you? I really want to like you. I really do, but why are you guys such little turds on the field. Stop falling over and crying every single time you are near another player. I didn't know that being tapped on the foot will cause such a major outcry. In other words, stop diving!

Speaking of diving, what the heck was with that stupid red card today? Really, Uruguay makes an offside kick and topples over without barely being touched and South Africa gets red carded?! I am so angry. This the reason why I am writing the hugest rant of my life (well hugest post).

And then there are all the draws? WHAT THE HELL!? What is everyone doing? No more ties and score some points.

Now, for the best part of World Cup so far.

My absolute FAVOURITEST game to watch was the one with Brazil and North Korea. Yes, North Korea is EVIL but it's not their fault - it's all that horrible little man KIM JONG IL. So after being disappointed time and time again watching these hoo-ha games, Brazil and NK finally demonstrated what a proper match ought to be like.

First of all, North Korea, you are so impressive - I love all your tactics, I love your footwork, I love your stealthiness, and I love your sportsmanship. Everyone predicted that you would dive left, right and center, but you didn't. I love how everyone got up right away instead of flailing on the field. I also LOVE the bromancy-ness and all the comradeship between the two teams. LOVE IT!


North Korea!

Brazil! This is what I mean about bromance. So cute!

too pumped

It's that lovely time again. Better than the Olympics, and better than any other sporting event. It's WORLD CUP! I am so pumped for this.

I'm kinda sad because I'm going to start working full time soon, which means missing out on matches.

But on another note, I found a new love.

Yoann Gourcuff is being called Petit Zidane for his impeccable futball skills. Four years ago, I declared that I was going to go into football/soccer hibernation until Theo Zidane was old enough to join WC because I was so devastated that Zizou was red-carded and France lost their WC Cup (I was more than positive that they were going to bring the cup home if not for that unfortunate event that I will not mention).

This is a direct quote from my blog after the WC 2006 finale game: "I will be hibernating until Theo (Zidane's son who looks like a mini version of him) becomes the next soccer legend. Gamjatang doesn't even seem all that delicious anymore."

Now I am so happy that Gourcuff is on the team and he's so awesome. It's just an added bonus that he's so sexy.

Allez Le Bleus!

He seriously makes my ovaries hum.

PS: I'm also cheering for England and Spain.

congratulations

Two mornings of waking up at an ungodly hours, and two convocations ceremony with the same music performance!

Congrats dolls for finishing school and hopefully becoming millionaires so we can indulge!


S's was on Tuesday.


And T's was today.


I'm so glad we're all done school. I don't think I can go to another convocation because they are so dreadfully boring.

Time to celebrate!

10 randoms

10. I enjoy vegging. It's a favourite hobby of mine and is very addicting. It seems like whenever I want to stop vegging, I find a new blog to read and my vegging lasts for hours longer.

9. I can't stand angst of any kind. Not the teeny-bopper-I'm-soo-deep-and-mysterious-compared-to-everyone or the broody-bad-boy-who-loves-the-girl-but-can't-be-with-her or anything remotely angsty. Not in books and not in movies, and especially when it's poorly executed. Even typing this up is making me angry.

8. I make friends based on how opened they are about the skeletons in their closet. The earlier they unload their crap on me, the higher the chances of us NOT be friends. This goes the same with potential boyfriends. I like people who are socially fun, but still private at the same time.

7. My current favourite (sort of) joke is 'Kim Jong Il. Kim Jong OK'. I'm laughing just typing this.

6. I've been in love with Louis Koo since I was 8 years old and I still am, which means I've been devoted to him for 15 years. This is what I call true loyalty, despite the fact that I am fickle about everything else.

5. In my head, I think I can speak fluent Korean, Mandarin, Cantonese and French but in reality, I can't. I do like to spit out random words in those languages to pretend that I do.

4. I enjoy playing house. Like pretending to cook and clean and lovely domestic stuff like that, but when it comes to the real thing, half of the time I can't be bothered.

3. I pretend that I have a British accent. I encourage those around me to speak the same way which makes for great fun.

* It appears that I pretend a lot.

2. I am glad Lee Min Ho got plastic surgery because then the Boys over Flowers producers wouldn't have noticed him and wouldn't have casted him to be Goo Jun Pyo and if he wasn't casted as Goo Jun Pyo then he wouldn't be in Personal Taste. If he wasn't in Personal Taste, then he wouldn't be wearing ankle pants sans socks and look sexy while doing it. What I want to say is that Lee Min Ho is a great actor and j'adore him.

1. I love harem pants and I can't wait to wear clogs.

i'm so bad

Maybe it was because my mom used to treat me like an invalid and always insisted that she pack my luggage for me that I have become hopeless at doing it myself.

The procrastinator's way of packing:

• The day before travel: Trusting myself to be efficient this time by planning out my outfits and promising myself to pack ahead this time.
• Day of travel: Lounge around all day because I believe that I have sufficient time (because seriously, how hard can packing be?).
• 1.5 hour before travel: Panick. I start shoving all kinds of things into my luggage and pray that I don't forget anything.
• Departure: Shit, I forgot my straightener (charger, socks, clean underwear, or something).

Of course, my room would be a disaster while I pack. I can't seem to help it. (Haha, can you see my yoga mat? This was from days ago when I was on my must-get-skinny mode). I still haven't even finished unpacking from my Vegas trip. Gah, I'm terrible.

shoe lust

Uhm, aren't these Michael Kors "Gansevoort" Platform to die for? I think they would go with everything in my closet.

tax season

Darlings, it's that dreadful time of the year again. It's tax season.

Last year when I went to do my taxes by myself for the first time, the tax lady started lecturing me about things in tax jargons that I didn't understand! It would be even worse this year because I freelance, which means I'm supposed to be in charge of my own bookkeeping and finances and stuff. I can't really be bothered.

BASICALLY
The stress of hunting for scattered receipts and such
+ the stress of being lectured by complete mean strangers
+ the possibility of owing the government money
+ sorting out my own stuff due to lack of an employer
= DEATH

After months and weeks of burying my head in oblivion, I finally buckled down and did it online. It took me nine million years to figure things out, but I am done and I did it all by myself. I am a genius (well not really) !

And I don't owe anyone money.

i'm baack

Las Vegas was so exhausting! No one told me that it would be more exhausting than doing nothing at home! With that said, I would definitely go again, but not with Las Vegas virgins because I can't do the Strip again otherwise I will perish into nothingness from exhaustion (S, go with B or your sis and we will do Vegas again!).

Day 1

Waiting for KK.


We started off with a mandatory drink. It was sort of delicious but very strong. It knocked us into tipsiness quite early on in the day.


Trekking through Caesars Palace Forum (I think) - basically where all the expensive shopping was (stuff that we couldn't afford obviously).


Caesar's again.


Delicious junk food from Serendipity. I sort of wished that we order their infamous frozen hot chocolate too.


There were a lot of this - walking, walking, walking, pose, pose pose, walking, walking, walking and then turning around to smile some more. This was when we were walking back from the Fashion Show Mall to MGM for dinner. It was the longest, most exhausting walk EVER. It took us nearly TWO hours.

Day 2

Frolicking by the pool first thing in the morning!


Since I didn't want to jump in the water, I volunteered to get breakfast for toutes les mondes.


BREAKFAST! I think the mojito here was 254316254365124x better than the ones I had in Cuba. It was so delish!


Outfit shots! We basically bought all of our clothes the day before.


At the Venetian in front of the gondala rides which we didn't go on instead we watched people go on their romantic rides and then made fun of them.


Dessert at the Wynn Buffet, which we waited an hour in line for! It was the longest wait of our life. This was the second buffet of Day 2.


Putting on my shoes to go. As you can see, I was struggling quite a bit.

Outfit shots again! We were basically bridesmaid in dark dresses and cream coloured shoes.


Biggest winner of our trip with a total of 254354254 dollars (and then minus ALOT).


Soaking in bubbles in our hotel room. We needed it after walking five million miles during the day and then clubbing with our already blistering feet.

Day 3

Walking on the 'Brooklyn Brige' because we are lovely tourists like that.


By Day 3, we were craving Asian food BIG TIME!


On our way to the outlet. I think we allocated only three hours of shopping time but instead we spent a lot more.


Vintage Vegas. Next time, I will be sure to check it out.


At the Bellagio. We are wearing matching FCUK sweaters that we bought for $25, which is awesome because it was soo windy in Vegas. How is there WIND in the desert?!


Checking out of our lovely hotel. I notice that I always stand so barbarically!

Day 4

Was basically spent in transit! When we were at Tenessee - Lady 1: "Who goes to the desert to eat sushi!?", Lady 2: basically yelling at the poor many trying to help her in her wheelchair.

It was a lovely and exhausting and expensive trip! OMG, who knew that I would spend so much money. My dreams of winning the jackpot was shattered, but it was understandable as I only put ONE WHOLE DOLLAR each time I played and I only played at the penny slots. I am not much of a gambler, sadly.

break from life

I'm going to take a quick break from real life and indulge myself a la Sin City! See/talk to you loves in four days.

This is to hoping things will start to look brighter and be more exciting when I come back. OH, and here is also to hoping that I win the jackpot of some sort. I don't ask for much, $500 is all I need, but $5000 would be better.

actually pudgy

During a conversation about eating amazing food that are disgustingly fat-laden:

- vhn [ ] says: (1:52:58 AM)
UR SO SKINNY
- vhn [ ] says: (1:53:04 AM)
well not skinny

FML. He means that I am pudgy (and sadly I have to agree). Honesty is not exactly the best policy in this case.

nothingness

I don't know what I was thinking, but for some odd reason, I thought if I started a new blog, open a new e-mail address, re-vamp this and that that things would start to change or crash or SOMETHING.

Well obviously things did't work out that way.

I feel that everything is so still. No drama, no newness, no gossip, no excitement, nothing. It's just a load of nothingness. It's wake-up, do this, do that, eat, work, some more of this and that, and sleep. There's no excitement and no spark.

2009 was all shit after shit after shit that I just assumed 2010 would make up for it by be utterly amazing, but apparently, it decided not to be an ass by being boring.

YES, IT'S SOOO DREADFULLY BORING.

Then again, it might be all the detoxes that I've been on - shopping and boys - which makes for very little opportunity for me to cause some chaos. I have resorted to texting people randomly at night for a means of distraction. It's so sad!

And yes, I am trying to amuse myself but nothing is amusing. NOTHING.

What to do, what to do.

a new start

This is how my heart currently feels at the moment - not so much the beautiful part, but rather the young and broke.

I know I am broke because I always give into my reckless whims.

There has been such an abundance of nothingness in my life that I feel I need to change it up.

New attitude, new spending habits, new everything.

So voila!