Anybody Care To French Me??

I didn't think so.

The aftermath of Common Test week has taken its toll on me. I am the only one who can feel that I'm feverish; Mom pressed a hand to my forehead & declared me as fine as the June rain & according to my sis, I was, "Okay, what."

Go, figure.

My body feels as lethargic as a full-bellied shark, and my head, a pounding anvil. It might seem very exaggerated but ho, you don't know how it feels, man.

Today was supposedly my off day, the day where I orthodoxically spend lying in till the sun rose to great heights & I could feel its rays beaming insistently on my face for me to get up.

Unfortunately, I had an early morning Communications Skills class at 8.30am. Despite the fact that I had turned in quite early the night before, I was still psychologically drained. Well, I had a fruitful night sleeping even though I had to wake up once to take a phone call that turned into a 2-hour pouring-of-feelings, heartfelt talk between my greatest friends. Friends whom I proclaim as solid brothers & sisters.

It was worth losing a few hours of sleep over; since it was concerning an almost life-or-death situation. But it didn't help contribute to the fact that while settling myself in that bus on the way to school this morning, yours truly overslept all the way to Serangoon & ended arriving to class half an hour late.

To add to my utmost mortification, I couldn't stop spouting off rubbish answers to Priscilla's questions at hand, bleary eyes and all.

Ohh, somebody kill me already.

It was a miracle that Blome & I could complete our Memo Writing assignment AND be able to assist Delphine, Lydia & the ever-infuriating Jie Qi as well. The two girls were unfortunate enough to be stuck with him as groupmates. Girls, I'm feelin' ya. I had to step on his toes more than a few times to deliver my points across. I couldn't possibly work with someone barging in on almost every word I was saying...barging in with the WRONG INFO at the WRONG TIME, if I might add.

I was ready to launch myself at him & wring his scrawny neck with my bare hands.

Seriously, these days I only possess two kinds of feelings towards the human race. Its either I feel very murderous, or I feel uber hornified.

Well, I guess these days bring out the worst in people. For example, just yesterday & a few days back, Blome wanted to end her life & kill herself. Well, partly it's my fault for giving her so many mini heart attacks that she vouches will be the death of her soon.

Penese is void inside; all hollow & empty, aside from her feelings for Chippy, of course. She looks worse for wear & she NEVER looks worse for wear. Her fucked-up project is definitely giving her hell.

Funny, I don't recall looking like that while serving my time. Ohh yeah, now I remember. was too busy building up my scandalous reputation.

Chippy as usual, is his emo self; he probably views the process of him drinking hot milk tea from South Canteen as a means of therapy. I wonder sometimes that if the tea leaves from the dispenser weren't unfiltered & left to flow into drinkers' Styrofoam cups, would Chippy actually count them one by one??

Punani is too busy with Mrs Punani to care about feeling shitty. What would he know?? He lives life as it is; with a grain of salt -or many grains of salt, depending on how the situation is- , he seems like the kind of chap who has no worries. But then again, looks may be deceiving. He's too far away for us to be observing him, anywayz.

Meanwhile, Kity is...oohh, Kity. He is, I guess, too pressed with searching for every crack, every chip, every dent in himself & in his life. I don't know, man. Everything in him seems to be not right. Everything about him seems to be a bad thing. To him, that is. To us, he's perfectly fine the way he is!! That dude needs to do some serious lightening up. Throw him something at any angle at all & he'll have it analyzed down to a fault even if YOU think there's nothing faulty.

Then there's me. Well, suffice to say, the obvious lack of sleep will have me growling & snarling at almost every word that is being said & my sarcasm level is times a thousand. Hoooo-boy, I hate myself sometimes when I'm a la bitchy personified. Yes, I have frustrated Blome up to the point where I can see a near-bursting vein near the crook of her neck. And when I'm not behaving like I've got a chip on my shoulder the size of the world & a boiling temperament like that of Mount Vesuvius, I get mega-horny & want to get married, if possible, on the spot.

Like duhh, so that I can be made love too lahh, what else?? If you're thinking, where the heck do I come off from, huh?? Yeah, that's the lovestruck girl who punished herself by reading three romance novels in two solid days talking. I can't help it!! I'm a pathetically hopelessly romantic sod.

Can I be frenched?? Ya lahh, french kissed lahh. As cynical as I am, I still dream of that fairytale romance story that sees me being frenched the hell outta myself by The One. I want to be french in way that I can't even remember my name when The One is done with me. So, you know, if The One asks me what my name is after he frenches the heck out of me, I'll be able to reply, "I don't know, baby, french me some more & I'll tell you" followed by a suggestively smoldering look or wink.

WHAT an originally absurd response. I'll be sure to re-check this entry if this ever happens in my lifetime.

Is that scary??

It's not like I'm having a madly-ticking biological timebomb inside me, because I still have quite a way to go before that warning bell goes off.

And Blome took an utmost delight in informing both Penese & Chippy of my love-deprived condition. Well heck, I even went to the extent of asking Chippy if he could french the life outta me. Though I wish I could sock her one, she's too important for me to resort to that. I couldn't imagine life without her. Who would I be bitching to if not her?? Okay well, there's Penese, but it ain't enough. I've got to have at least a couple more.

Ai-yai-yai.

Anywayz, apart from the friends who have yet to desert me, the current joy I thrive in is the birth of my baby that is so lucky to have not two, but three parents. I'm not talking about a human one, of course. I'm talking about the new launch of my brand new site, Xabi Alonso Online!! Ohh yeah, PLUS forum.

Never thought I'd be one of those to own sites dedicated to celebrities, soccer or otherwise, but well, there ya go. Impossible Is Nothing.

I've been very fortunate to have stumbled upon my co-owners, Xue & Nomeda, and without them, I think the re-launch of our site wouldn't have been as successful as it is now. So, millions of thanks to them.

And people, I don't care what you say. GO VISIT OUR SITE!! And THAT's an ORDER!!

Hmpf...

Laterz...
Lenny GodGilla Xabs

P/S Ohh damn, how the heck are you people going to visit if you don't know the URL, right?? I'm so thick. Here ---> Xabi Alonso Online &