So it's a one week holiday~! Hurrah for us form 5-ers as we have been slaving away for the past month coz of the bloody trials and now it's time to laugh at the form 3's coz' it's PMR time. Hehehehe..

Ok well it's not a one week holiday.. We're really supposed to go to school on one day from the week but who cares? I ain't going, fo' sho'~! With SPM coming in about a month's time ("Oh no she didn't~!" *runs and hides*) I should really start concentrating on my studies and all. But guess what? I'm not.

Ooooh~ Big surprise. So instead of reading up, revising and improving on my sucky subjects, I have been glued in front of the boob tube, playing Star Wars Lego II: The Original Trilogy. I know, I know.. you people must be laughing your asses off about it. Who in their right mind would play that game?? But that's the point! I'm not in my right mind or would I ever come to close to it.

Tis' a very adorable game, suited for those young in hearts (and mind like, yours truly xD) and it follows the first three - and by that I mean, episodes 4, 5 and 6 - episodes of the Star Wars trilogy. Now I'm not a Star Wars fan... Wawan is. But I play this just to pass time and to have fun. It's also a stress reliever. That is, until I reach this certain level where no matter how much I try to blow up the thingamajig, it doesn't go "BOOOM~!~!~!" like it's supposed to.

So it's two weeks into the fasting month and I haven't even gotten one week of fasting under my belt this Ramadhan month. Don't know why? Go figure. So ever since I've been fasting, which was Sunday, my stomach's been very dodgy and it's been draining every bit of me. Craptastic.

Last week, my sis and I did some scouting for prom dresses~~ Or at least, to get ideas for it to discuss the option of having it tailor-made like my sister's prom dress. So I went to this dress shop in 15.. Well, from outside it looked like a dress shop.. It was nearby Starbucks. It has a very weird name as the name was created from the marriage of two sisters'. Names. The marriage of two sister's names... Yeah that's it.

Since I find their services such a hassle eventhough they have really pretty dresses although some are rather expensive and affordable ready-made wedding gowns, I will not disclose their name here. Instead, I will kindly inform you that the dress shop I'm talking about sounds very much like a singer who recently divorced his not-so-dumb, blonde wife: Nick Lachey. ^^

So back to the topic of dresses.. Eureka~! I have found THE dress. Well, for me. I don't care what all of you'll say.. I like it. Meh. But it's still needs some alterations as my upper half is uhh.. somewhat non-existing. So it has to be altered so it'll fit me perfectly. ^^ It is rather pricey but I asked for a discount. The Fabby Tree volunteered to pay first as I don't have enough cash to pay for it for now. I'll pay him back when I ask cash from my dad in November since he declines to pay for stuff two months before the actual event. He hasn't even paid my mum back for our baju rayas. Meh, I tell you.

My sister is very mean. She's baking muffins to sell mainly to people at Iffah's sister's workplace, Mesiniaga. But I've been known to sneak some muffins for myself and a few other people, the Fabby Tree included, have been interested and have purchased it and founf them to be very good. So why is she mean??

Well, there's three flavours so far: Mocha, Strawberry and Orange. The orange one has some really nice orange filling inside and chopped hazelnuts sprinkled on top of it while the strawberry one has strawberry filling that oozes outta the muffins and sprinkled sugar to top it off. Now my favourites are the mocha ones.. Coz of it's chocolatey goodness, that's why. It has chocolate and coffee chips in it. It's just really nice, okay?~!

Normally, I hate coffee stuff with the exception of Kopiko coz coffee makes me sleep. Seriously. Well, the muffin my sis makes tasted like Kopiko! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! She is very mean coz she's baking them while I'm fasting. Before this, she baked the mocha ones at her boyfriend, Azim's house now she's baking 'em here in front of my fasting face! Keji. I can still smell them as we speak. Ech.

I'm off to play with Azim's cat, Uno Buno. Actually, his name is just Uno. Just like to call him that.. We're babysitting him. ^^ Signing off~

Some of you may or may have heard that the world has lost an enthusiastic enviromentalist, someone who was really passionate about the world we live in. Some years ago, there was a rife rumour that this man was chomped off by a crocodile - by an animal he is well associated with. I'm talking about Steve "The Crocodile Hunter" Irwin.

Everyone knew Steve Irwin, he was world famous. Shows like Whose Line Is It Anyway? loved poking fun at him and his famous catch phrase "Crikey!" He didn't matter, he had a sense of humour, he even made a cameo in Dr Doolittle 2 where he played a crocodile hunter who werstled an alligator and lost his arm.

I only found out about his misfortune earlier today, in the afternoon to be exact via Yahoo! news. I heard my sister led out a big "Oh My GOD!" from her computer so I rushed over to meet her with her directly in front of me, "Steve Irwin died!"

Saw the news for a bit just now, a friend of his, I wasn't sure if his name was released or not, made a statement that he died what he did loving best. I'm sure he did. It's ironic because stingrays rarely attack humans and it is totally unfortunate that our beloved enviromentalist died from a fatal sting directly towards his chest. From what I see around me, almost everyone who knew of his 'untimely' death was devastated. I told my dad when he came back because he's a big fan of his and he kept saying "Aiyooo~!"

For more information about Steve, visit this handy Wikipedia site. Whether you're a fan or not, I say let's pay our respects to this great man who literally went all out and stared wildlife in its face in order to protect it.

R.I.P. Steve "The Crocodile Hunter" Irwin (22 February 1962 - 4 September 2006)

So I've been tagged by Luzzio to do this meme. It gives me a purpose to update my senseless blog anyway so yeah it's a good thing. Besides, it's probably a big relief for those of you who have been reaiding my blog where I've been talking about nothing else but the Fabby Tree (and being super emo with barf-esque material). Let us begin the meme with none other than...

Yeap Su Fern is currently living in Belgium, constantly high with sugar as a result of living in a country known for its incredibly fabby choccies. With her is her 7th husband of four months (and counting! Longest one yet!). She is the owner of Orgasmic Poh-tae-toes, famous for their line of Just-Add-Water Potato Salad and Just-Add-Water Mashed Potatoes in which I hold the copyright of the product together with Yeap. Orgasmic Poh-tae-toes is now a household name in every country, including Israel, Zimbabwe and Madagascar, for they used these products as a staple food in their native country.

Jade Tan Man Yi is jet-setting across the globe, working as a UN Goodwill Ambassador, Jolie-style. She even had her third and latest kid in Africa~! She was the one responsible for introducing Orgasmic Poh-tae-toes to many countries in the African continent. Winner of the Sexiest Female Mole for 5 yeas in a row, she is one of our country's proudest residents. That is, if you still called her a resident of Malaysia since she doesn't even live in the same country for more than 3 months.

Iffah Nabilah Ibrahim is currently in jail for Child Molestation. Her case was one of the biggest cases ever in Malaysia and her chosen lawyer received a lot of publicity for his stint. Despite the publicity by the local media, she failed and was sentenced to 10 years in prison and a RM 15000 fine. Among the witnesses called to testify were Jade Tan and myself. However, Iffah is currently married with no children. Her husband is now out, frolicking in night clubs all over KL.

Lai Wei Shiung is one of the countries top current lawyers, a favourite among the rich, he was Karpal Singh's successor in the court. He gained popularity when an old friend and dancing partner was accused for Child Molestation and originally agreed to become her lawyer as a favour. Although he lost the case, it made him more popular than ever. He officially changed his name to Luzzio Lai as it had more pizzazz and was easier to pronounce on air. He is currently the star of a reality tv show, Amanda: Where For Art Thou? where viewers follow him on a quest to search for his long-lost love.

Lim Xiao Yu is a famous talk show host with three books to her name and a regular on Amanda: Where For Art Thou? where she appears as Luzzio Lai's confidant. Even though we see her on the tube every day, I was still surprised to meet her in person for our 10th high school reunion where she finally gained weight and is an inspiration for anorexics everywhere.

Colin Wong Ooi Hong is Malaysia's success story. Winner of the Sexiest Male Mole for 8 years in a row. He opened up a Mole Implant Business and recently opened his 650th chain in Canada. Thanks to his sexy mole, almost every human being in the world has one. He was famous for doing a live mole implant on Lim Xiao Yu's talk show. He currently lives in his New York apartment with his partner, Sir, or should I say Dame, Elton John who lies on his deathbed as we speak.

Jonathan Poon Hui Meng is the very first guinea pig to try out Colin Wong's mole implant as he was desperate to find a way to "get it on with the ladies". He did this mole implant before his stint in National Service where, once there, attracted every goddamn red-blooded male in his camp. Upon returning to Subang to search for his long-awaited girlfriend, Chok Wan Si, he was devastated to find her cheating on him with a certain "child molestor". He currently has his own line of shampoo where it is proven that your hair will be as soft and bouncy as his.

Chok Wan Si is currently living alone, awaiting for her true love, Iffah Nabilah, for her release from prison. An occasional visit from her cousin and his partner, Albert Chak and Harvey Chin, were the only times you'd ever see someone going in or out of her house. Years before Iffah's arrest, Wan Si was a Victoria's Secret model who worked alongside famous names such as Amber Chia, Ling Tan, Alessandra Ambrossio and Adriana Lima. But her loyalty for her true love was stronger than her passion for modelling so she gave up her job as a model to wait for her one true love.

Albert Chak Sern Tur has finally come out of the closet in the year 2011, alongside life-long partner, Harvey Chin. Chak admitted that his lust for Japanese girls with big boobs were just a cover-up. His gay pride did not stop him from winning Mr Universe in the year 2013. Albert is now a famous action star in the now blooming movie industry in Malaysia.

Mohd. Ridzwan Razalee is one of the most wanted man in Malaysia, he is mistaken as an Orang Minyak. One day, while sneaking back into his house one dark night as he had forgotten his keys, a neighbour called the police and informed that there was an Orang Minyak about to break into his own (Ridzwan's) house. In fear of the law, he ran without explaining. He is currently on the run. If anyone has any useful information about this man, please contact the police.

Wong Rern Kent is a biochemical engineer turned pirate anime dvd seller. He is also a famous name in the cosplay community in Malaysia. His deep love for anime persuaded him to drop out of college and went to Japan to download all known anime into his beloved hard disk. Upon returning to his homeland with his new found love for all things Japanese - including his wife, he opened a computer shop in the now-defunct Summit USJ. After SUmmit USJ closed down, he continues selling pirated anime dvd's.

Zakhren Yazid is a Datuk (for God knows what) currently living in England with all three wives and ten kids. He finally cracked from living in Malaysia during his final year in university so he migrated to where he "truly belongs~" He ended his 6 year relationship with his girlfriend, the current editor of a US-based magazine and media w(b)itch, due to objections from her side of the family. That did not stop his love for her as he is currently having an affair with his former flame. He is known in the local media as Datuk Z. Rife rumours say that he is planning to wed this media w(b)itch and make her his fourth wife.

Edit: I forgot to tag people. Hehehehe.. I tag everyone who reads my blog. Not too many people now.. I can count with my fingers. Nyeh. Even you people without blogs.. I don't care, find a way~! HAH!

I am happy.

I am so happy.

I am so very happy.

I am so very beyond happy.

Have I told you how much I love the Fabby Tree? I probably have... Well, today at precisely 6.15 pm, he just made me beyond happy, like seriously beyond happy.

I was craving for pasta for about 2 weeks now coz I haven't had it for a very loooooooooooooooooong time and my cravings get worse during PMS period. So this morning, I went to my dad and said,

"Pa, let's go to Pizza Uno tonight!!"

"Why?"

"Coz I'm craving for pasta... Duh."

"Go there yourself la! Expect papa to bring you everywhere ah?"

"Where are your keys? I'm getting my pants now..." *scurries to room to get pants!*

"Oi! Crazy ah! You no license, birthday not even here yet, wanna drive ah?"

"Well, you told me to go get it myself and kakak's still doing her work so what's wrong with that? You're never gonna take me there unless there's a special occasion anyway."

*starts lecturing about how irresponsible I am, following my stomach not my wallet/purse*

*walks away....*

Meh.. See what I have to deal with at home?? So back to the main story, the Fabby Tree knows of my craving. I kept raving on to him about how miserable and un-me I am without getting my pasta, Baked Pasta from the one and only Pizza Uno to be exact. It was either that or a Fettucine Carbonara. The Fabby Tree went out around 2-ish with his bro, Shah, to pick up his retainers coz he finally had his braces taken out by the dentist-who-according-to-him-looks-like-my-sis today. After that, they went to hang out in Parade.

Then, I suddenly felt extremely emo and miserable to the point that I had tears in my eyes (It's the PMS!!!). And the Fabby Tree wanted to make me happy and all so after a few hours in Parade, he and his bro went all the way to Taipan to get me some Baked Pasta. I tried to tell him otherwise, to not get me the food coz my parents would be in a fit but he insisted. So about 20 mins later, he arrived at my house, with the Baked Pasta in hand.

"Special delivery from Pizza Uno!"

"Omigod, yang~!"

"I told you I'd get it to you. Told you I'd do anything..."

"Omigosh, thanks soooooooo much!! Really, honey! Thanks! And to your bro too!"

"No prob." *flashes new teeth clad with transparent retainers*

"Nice teeth"

"Thanks."

"Well, thanks again. I'm gonna go devour this. Thank you so much! Bye!" *skips back into house*

When I got back in the house, my dad asked me what it was while looking in the fridge for more food to eat.I told him it was Baked Pasta and Zak got it for me. Then he went on about how he manjas me so much. But then, as I expected but still, all of a sudden-ish, he burst out into a lecture about me taking people for granted and how ashamed I should be and how ashamed he is for having both his daughters that way. =.=

Meh to him.. I don't care. At least someone was kind enough to attend to my needs. =D This is why I absolutely adore and love the living hell outta the Fabby Tree. ^-^

By the way, I devoured it within 10 mins. Hehehe.. Was really hungry.

You know how I make fun of Wawan by calling him black all the time?? Well, not like he has any objections about it.. But really.. Me, the "tak-sedar-diri" girl, is as black as coal too. =.=

I absolutely loathe the way I look in piccies mainly because of my skin colour. Luzzio is technically right when he keeps calling me "That brown girl" but he would've been absolutely 100% correctamundo~! if he had called me "That Black Girl".

I mean look at my skin~~ It is so oddly discoloured yet too much colour. =.= I keep telling anyone who'd listen that my body is as if God took me by the ankles and dipped me in Chocolate. Coz if you haven't noticed by now, my legs are fair-ish~ Well fair-ish enough to pass as Chinese legs with lots of stupid scars. It's like I'm not washed properly or something. o_0

Imagine this:

You're walking down the street and you suddenly see this girl, leaning on a car, probably beating up some guy or laughing out loudly! about something idiotic and you say, "Oooohh.. Nice legs~ Putih-ish. Oo-er" 

Then you start to check her out by giving that typical "Gaze-from-below-to-the-face-coz-you're-checking-out-the-bod-too" look and while doing that, you wonder why this girl gets darker as you move higher and when she turns around to face you (or to just turn around) you scream in horror coz her face is as black as coal.

Okay, so I know that won't exactly happen coz the only guy who'd check me out like that and get away with it is none other than the Fabby Tree himself coz he'd murder any guy who would but really, who would anyway?? I'm not worth checking out. At all.

I'm not like my other girlfriends who are constantly being checked out, i.e. Fern (Even if she has Kon Loy), Jade (Who's as cute as a button but belongs to our resident Barry Gibb imitator = Vern) and Iffah (Who belongs to.. uhh.. Wan Si?? and birthday is today, birthday wish = bottom of the post.). I'm just not as pretty as them. Really. I'll always be the one, literally, in the shadows coz of my dark face. You might see legs (if I wear my infamous Nab-thights or some mini skirt but to hell that's gonna happen) but you won't see a face coz it's too dark.

So no Nab-hunting in the night, too dark till you can't see. This means no camwhoring at night too, you'll waste memory space, or film for those of you who haven't made the digicam transaction yet. Coz you can't see my ugly mug.

Call me self-concious if you want because I soooo am. I never liked the fact that I got darker day by day ever since I stepped into my prmary school. I was a fair kid. Really! Honest! But if you see me now, would anyone believe me? No, they won't coz it seems purely fictional in their minds.

I'm pretty much satisfied with my unproportionate body, although I do have, or rather don't have, boobs and an ass that snugly fits in my pants just enough to make me look like I do have an ass. The one thing I'm never pleased with is my skin. It's always in crap condition. You know how normal people get pigmentation?? The pigmented skin is darker, no? Well, mine is fairer!! Coz I get this thingy called "panau" and because it makes that small patch of skin on my face fairer, I actually wish I have it all over my mug.

Now don't go telling me to try all those crap whitening products coz it won't work for someone who's as coal-face as me. They only work to get rid of those DARK pigmentation on your skin and then make it even with ur current skin tone and not WHITEN the rest of your face and then make it even like the current skin tone of your pigmentation.

Meh~ This has been a random rant on my beloved blog. But before I go...

Happy Birthday Iffah Nabilah~! ^-^

My heart beat was as loud as an elephant running through town. I was anxious, nervous... Scared.

The stupid site couldn't load properly but then again, when you think about it, it's probably has some online traffic jam thing coz' millions of 17 year olds are checking if they have been chosen for next year's National Service. So I had to rely on the internet connection of others to know of my possible participation of next year's NS. Zak had passed my IC no. to Luzzio/Wei Shiung/Mervyn to check and earlier, I had asked Poon to pass to Bryan to check it.

Both came out with this response: 'No. KP tidak dijumpai.'

Yay!

I was sooooo glad I wasn't chosen. Y'know why? Coz' I'm such a sissy bitch and I wasn't too sure if I would do well in it. Yeah I know.. I don't look like one but I'm just so pampered that I'd scream my ass off before setting foot. XD!

Well, actually.. There's another reason why I don't wanna go there. I do not like the fact that it's a must for all Muslim girls to wear tudungs/scarves all the time, but worse with their uniform. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm totally against wearing the tudung but I'm just not used to it and to me, it's something optional. Coz' really, even Allah doesn't force you to wear the tudung. It's more like, "Hey, if you don't wanna wear it, too bad for you. Just don't say I didn't tell you about it."

So yeah, I don't like being forced into something where I don't have a say in it. Especially when when I wear the tudung, my left ear pops out from the tudung due to my very stick-outy ears. Ech. But whatever it is, Yay, I didn't get in. ^^v

Guess who's gonna watch the Pussycat Dolls live in concert at the Sunway Lagoon Surf Beach this 26th July 2006???~!

Me. That's who.

     Yes it has. Today.

     A familiar buzzing by my pillow, my hand wandered around aimlessly in the darkness. It was the ruddy alarm I had set in my phone. It was to awaken me at precisely 6.35 pm. "Meh...." as I hit the snooze button. Less than a minute later, another familiar buzz at the side of my pillow. "Urgh!" It was a message from the Fabby Tree. Like always, he'd persuade me to get up and get ready for school. I don't really need to set an alarm, I just need him to message me. It certainly works better than the alarm, he doesn't have a snooze button. He'll call the minute I don't reply.

.......

     Okay, I'm exaggerating. But he does get worried. So groggily, clad in a comfortable caftan, I rose from the bed and walked to my mum's room to get ready. Meh, I don't have my own wardrobe in my own room. The wardrobe in it belongs to my sis, and only my sis. I got dressed, as usual (duh!), but today.... today was different. Today was.. How do you say it.. Special~

I met the Fabby Tree at the junction in front of the TNB house.

"Do I look stupid??~!"

"You really want me to answer that question??"

"What~?!"

"You know I think you look nice in anything."

"Meh you." *blush* 

"What?"

"I love you." ^-^

^-^

I got to school and looked around at my other classmates. "What the?" Then I saw Zahra walking my way,

"Did you bring your..."

"Yeah I did."

"Okay. At least I'm not alone."

     The bell rang and a mindless 3K period later, that's when it all started. The girls started disappearing one by one. Fern and I walked to the basketball court, to watch the guys play for a little. After a while, we were asked to move on to where we had discussed the day earlier. We had to wait for nearly half an hour before things could get started, many unexpected problems were thrown at us but we handled it without breaking a sweat. (That's coz the guys did the work. Before that.)

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound, imitating a whistle, burst into the air. This was it... What I've been waiting for since... since... Yesterday.

You must be thinking... What's so special la??

We played netball. I played netball!!!

     After yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrssssssssssssss of having my butt firmly on the ground or wherever I usually sit while watching other people play, I played a game of netball. *gaspittygasp* Actually, it's only been two years. Hehehe.. It's still a long time. But the last time I played netball properly was when I was in standard 6 as netball was a very popular sport, wait - correction, only sport, that girls could play in my primary school back then. Believe it or not, I was pretty good in it.

     How did I do? I'm not so sure, but my ass is super sore right now. That was my fault for sliding on my left side to get the ball. Hehehe.. Yeah, even in netball, you can play rough. Well, that's how I, we used to do it back then. But I felt happy, after so long of not playing a proper sport. Haha! I'm super sad. When I got back to class, limping coz of my then very sore ass (it ain't so sore now... hehe), I fanned myself with my lifeless hand. The Fabby Tree came, he was watching us all the way with Sean at the side of the court.

"I'm so proud of you." *claps*

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, you were proud of me when I played basketball on Sat."

"That's coz you never play sports... As in, never once, you play 'em regularly."

"Yeah I know.. But you haven't played any in a while and I'm happy and proud that you did today."

"Aww honey.." ^-^

     I know, I know... I'm very mean with the Fabby Tree sometimes... especially when I talk but I love him to bits. Like seriously. I love him coz' he can bloody tolerate the crap I throw out at everyone, even him. He calms me down which, for those of you who know me, is a very good thing. Okay, okay... I can hear those vomiting sounds from the back. I'll stop. This post is getting too jiwang ady. Logging off.

.....

I played netball!!!

P.S.

I WANT THOSE PCD TICKETS DAMMIT! 

I don't care what y'all say, I love them dammit!! 

I CAN DANCE MY ASS OFF THANKS TO THE DOLLS!!

They're songs are awesome, like super awesome!

TAKE THAT MUTHAS~~

*ahem* *coughcough*

Cantonese dramas make me laugh. With their usage of English. No offence to anyone at all but sometimes, I can't help laughing at them. Malay dramas are no better either.

They (those in Canto-dramas) usually say these English words with style~, with flair~ Like how we suckers pronounce French words i.e. C'est la vie~ and Mon cherie~ and how about Bonjour~?

Know what I'm talking about? How many times have you heard these cops/working people in some gila-babeng backstabbing office/bunch of fun aunties say, "Seik 'lunch'?" Okay I admit, I'm no native Cantonese speaker... Heck, I can't speak Cantonese well... I only understand some words. But that was supposed to mean, "Eat lunch?" Another common mistake most Malaysians make, you don't actually eat lunch for lunch is a meal and if used appropriately in a sentence, it would be, "Where do you want to have lunch?" or "Where do you usually lunch?"

So my dad was watching a Canto-drama on Wah Lai Toi and a scene focused on three people, working in a gila-babeng backstabbing office where the taikor is some lansi beeyatch who's gonna die very soon and where their workers fall in and out of love with each other and the leading lady heads off to Canada for some alone (Freedom!!) time, in a heated discussion. There was an Ol' Guy (OG), Some Lady (SL), and Young Dude (YD).

Each of them were getting on their nerves so the conversation came down to this,

Speaks some stuff.

"You shut up!"

Angry with OG, "You shut up too!"

Totally pissed he was left out in the shut-up siesta.

"You shut up three!"

.............

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I know that may not be so funny to you but as I said in my profile thingie up there *points to Side Section: Profile* I'm a constantly laughing mad cow. If you don't like it, sue me. Okay wait, no.... Don't do that. I was just being Kokey~ and that was sorta like a figure of speech.

I'ma helplesslya addicteda toa includinga a'sa ina everythinga Ia typea ona MSNa. Its'a alla reallya ana accidenta.

*sniff*

I really can't believe it.

It didn't seem possible.

At all.

I guess I must say they did falter in the second half onwards.

They were tired.

Jose Pekerman could've done so much more.

I don't wanna say it but I think due to poor decisions, they didn't really deserve a win.

Yet...

WHY DID THEY HAVE TO LOSE?~?!?~!?~?~!?!~~!????!?

How could they have lost to dengkus Germany??~! They were obviously better! Damn Miroslav Klose and his suddenly-super-cunted-skills-during-World-Cups! and curse that Michael Ballack. He soooooooooooooooooooooooo has the criteria of a Chelsea player. I HATE HIM!!

So I was alone in front of the idiot box, watching the match. My parents had retired to bed and my sis was at her boyfriend's. Meh. Anyway, I had Zak the Fabby Tree on the phone with me while watching the match. Of course, he didn't have a clue what I was yelling about while the match was going on. Not so much stuff happened in the first half so I waited for the second one to begin, hoping that the 45 mins remaining was all Argentina needed to secure a spot in the semis.

But I was wrong...

Sorin, the Argentinian captain, was yellow carded. I mean, WTF?~! Well, they continued anyway... Yada yada, there was a corner. Riquelme's ball curved in almost perfectly and Ayala headed the ball into the net. GOAL!!!! Then, Pekerman took out Riquelme. Sure~ Wise move. Put in, Cambiasso. Later, he took out Crespo, who wasn't doing much in this match anyway, and replaced him with Julio Cruz. I was asking, "Where's Messi?" But soon after J. Cruz came in, Germany scored, courtesy of Miroslav Klose's header.

So the game continued for another 10 mins or so but after 90 mins of running around on the field, it was a draw. After a quick break, they played for an extra 30 mins. Still no goals so it's come to this: The Penalty Shootout.

This was the second penalty shootout in this year's Fifa World Cup. The first was between Switzerland and Ukraine, where Ukraine won 3-0 on penalties. I was right in front of the tube, clutching my pillow, and staring right up to the screen. Scared to death of what would be a saddening outcome.

Germany was up first.

Neuville stepped up against Leo Franco, who replaced Abbondanzieri as he was injured.

GOAL!! Germany 1, Argentina 0.

"Crap."

J. Cruz was the first player representing Argentina.

He scored. Germany 1, Argentina 1.

"Yay!!!"

Ballack, a surprise really coz he was getting crappier by the minute.

He scored too. Germany 2, Argentina 1.

"CRAP! Idiot Ballack!"

Ayala, the man who started putting goals on the scoreboard. Think he managed to trick Lehman again?

He didn't. Germany 2, Argentina 1.

Podolski, scored some wundergoal lately. Meh. Don't give a shit...

He scored too. Ech. Germany 3, Argentina 1.

Next, it was Maxi Rodriguez for Argentina.

"YAY! C'mon Argentina!!"

Germany 3, Argentina 2.

Borowski of Germany.

Scored. Meh. Germany 4, Argentina 2.

Cambiasso, Esteban Cambiasso... Scored a beautiful goal against Serbia and Montenegro which they eventually won with a fabby score of 6-0. It's up to him to make sure Argentina have another chance to continue to the semis.

He failed. The ball went directly into Jens Lehman's hands.

*heart breaks* *sniff*

Stupid Germany won.

*sniff*