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Ahh, 2006's coming to an inevitable end. How undeniably depressing.
Garrett Hedlund's smile makes me smile. It's so honestly honest, it's one of those that you see a picture of, stare at for a looong time, grin idiotically, and then look away, out of sheer shy embarrassment.
... Seriously.
Anyway, holidays felt as if it passed by in a matter of days, really. In that seemingly short span of time, i finished reading Whuthering Heights. Woohoo! I liked it much more than i thought i would, though i couldn't stand neither Heathcliff nor Catherine. I suppose Heathcliff, on his part, could be excused, but he still pissed me off considerably throughout the book. Bah. I adore Hareton, though.
Disneyland was magical. Paris was awesome. London was... well. London was London, though it felt much less like it than it should've. But Paris was good, excluding the fact that we had to spent most of the day on the tour bus. It was fine the first half hour we got there, with all the 'ooh!'-ing and the 'aah!'-ing directed to the gorgeous buildings with gorgeous cast iron balconies all around. But then i [along with the other riders, presumably] just started to get restless, and would've much preferred exploring the city by foot.
The best, most incredible thing about Paris are these green boxes-cum-stalls along the river Seine. It was winter, so only a handful of those stalls were open; each were second-hand bookstalls, some carrying pretty good souvenirs as well, but the books themselves were the eye-catchers. Old, weathered french books, wrapped in plastic, propped on those stalls. Unfortunately, being a first-rank typical tourist, i can't read french, and my french vocabulary is limited to 'bonjour', 'bonsoir' and 'merci', but damn well am i gonna start learning after discovering those green wonders! Regretfully, we were in a hurry, so further inspection on these said bookstalls were cut short. I did, however, pick up a recent copy of Le Petit Prince, because i knew there would be no time whatsoever to explore bookstores. I'm definitely going back there, after learning the sufficient amount of french, o' course.
However this article bothers me. Deeply. A tiny niggle at the back of my head tells me that by the time i do get back there, whenever that may be -possibly a long time from now-, everything would be drastically changed. No more pretty old books, just a long line of green souvenir shops.
... horrible thought.
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[09 Jun 2006|01:24am] |
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Eaughh. Yi-Di was right. The last entry was too solemn, too soon.
Went to see Jon on Wednesday, and it was... fruitful =P. There were times when we weren't sure if he was with us mentally, but that's alright. Although he was still very frail and evidently exhausted, he seemed healthy enough. His mom then told us at the driveway the honest truth. That's okay too, since we've already heard it.
Going to Jean's today. Looking forward to it... -ish ;).
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This year is academically depressing. I feel lost in most classes, and i fear that i cancel too many tuition classes to ever catch up... Good thing is, i don't aspire to become a mathematical or a science[-tological?] hardcore genius =D.
I had to go to Ironwood alone today, since Dada and Han were probably too tired from the handball matches :(. Feels funny, because in the year++ that i've been learning there i don't think i've ever went alone. Anyway, decided to drop guitar and just stick to drums; Mr Salleh gave me a B for It's My Life and a C for Pretty Woman; i am evidently not progressing very well at all XD, but hey, not bad la after 3 months of hiatus.
Anyway, came home, went online, and then Jon called after not doing so for... well, maybe ever since i lost my phone =D. So yeah, he gave me the address to his dad's blog [...hah.], and i decided to check it out. I must say, the dad is damn adorable in the way that he types. He just has this childlike enthusiasm for everying, from the Indian cities and taxicabs, to simply football and McDonald's staff. At first i scanned through a few entries and thought that they looked too intellectual to have any real interesting contents, but that's not the way it goes.
Oh gosh. I'm gushing over a friend's father's blog. I really need to stop spending time on the internet XP.
Finally got to watching My Own Private Idaho, because the sister miraculously found a DVD copy in... somewhere. Anyway, when i sat down to watch it, i wasn't really expecting much; i had a lot of disappointment with most of the movies i had recently watched: with Brokeback Mountain i felt it to be a bit bland [this is what i get for reading the book first. Phooey.], and this really, really made me upset because i really, really wanted to like it; Casanova being without chemistry and with an unoriginal plot. I think my low expectancy for it helped a lot, because it turned out real good =). It just seems so... artistic and wild in a Moulin Rouge-ish way.
The ending just makes you go... whoaaaa.
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[23 Jan 2006|07:38pm] |
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Australian Open right now; Federer x Haas; 6-4; 4-0.
Ohmygod, that guy is invincible!
Went for Han's birthday at The Curve; pretty fun, got to see all that went their separate ways [damn you, Amirah, damn you].
Watching this match is kinda reminding me of the Safin x Federer semifinal last year, with the exception of, instead of going back and forth, back and forth, it's just going forth, forth, forth in Federer's favour.
Holy cow. In a matter of minutes, it's already 6-0 in the second set.
Haas has this smoldering German temper that seems, really, quite stimulating. Federer looks like a nice yummy popsicle in his lime green get-up.
Oh, pity, pity. Haas is going down, for sure.
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Right. So remember few entries back where i posted the pictures of the red dragonfly? Yeah, i mentioned i wanted to take a picture of the stubborn blue one, but it was being a real bitch and kept on flying away? I finally did.
( because it was busy with... other things. )
Anyway, yesterday by mom brought in this other red dragonfly that was already nyawa-nyawa ikan in her hand. She found it drowning in the pool, and wanted to crush it between books [!!!] to make a pressed dragonfly -_-. I said no of course, but then she said that it was bound to die anyway. So i took it, and felt sad, and stayed with it for a while, and i didn't want to leave it as it's legs were still moving weakly, and in the end decided to put it outside with the nature that it was born to live in XD. The next day, i looked out and it was gone from where i put it. I'm hoping it flew off, but of course, the wind probably took its comatose body. I seem to have lost my memory card, so no photos of the poor thing =(.
So bye bye, my Little Salt Prince Rio Georg =(.
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Alright. Been a few days since results came out, and i'm okay with mine. For less than half of an effort, getting half the results isn't too bad =D.
Trip to NZ was okay. We wasted it on places which weren't all that at all. I think the only place worth it -with the major exception of Queenstown, most definitely- was Rotorua [i think?], and that was only because Hobbiton was situated near there. So next time, we're flying straight out to Queenstown.
Queenstown was the best. On the plane from Christchurch to Queenstown, there was a Spanish group sitting behind us, and darn, listening to the guy talk behind me was delirious. So yeah, when we landed, finally got to get a look at the guy and surprise surprise, he was hot. His voice was hotter though XD. Then met Bob, our friendly bus driver / tour guide. Man, I do miss Bob. He was much better that Tony, or Peter, or that other white-haired driver we got =P. He even brought us back to his house and let us feed his sheeps + goat. And his wife, Mary, even made us fudge. And he put up with our demands quite fine. From seeing the bungee river [ = Pillars of the Kings], to taking us to Monkey's Creek and the endless views of snow-topped mountains, to taking us up the gondola and on the luge [ah, the pinnacle of the trip], to the Jet Boat, the fresher than fresh salmon, and then to showing us lupins, lupins, and more lupins!
Alright, pretty silly. More here.
Anyway, went for Anne's Christmas Party / her mother's birthday party yesterday. I expected it to just be a small-ish dinner, but of course, Shaz just conveniently left out the part where the tents and black-tie caterers came in. All in all, pretty nice event, save the starting boredom, and the confusion. We got gifts, though =).
School starts in a week or so. And i don't like it.
I agree strongly with this. What the hell is this supposed to signify? How does this help the women? Disgusting, hormonal bastards at the freaking Senate. It's bad enough that women are often looked down upon for just being women, for fuck's sake, and now the men are not only able to take half our property, but then they get to prance off with their new youthful wives. Don't try to make it right by saying Muhammad did it too. Everyone knows the men today don't even marry to help the women. When was the last time you saw a man marry an old, ugly widow? It's probably not even about religion anymore. Ask an ustaz, and then ask an ustazah. Both strongly religious, they'd still come up with different views. Simply because men have their dicks to think about. Men evidently earn, or have the possibility to earn more than the women, why should they be given the right to take what is ours away? They're suppose to support us, dammit, not come, go and take whenever they feel like it.
It's all about the gender now. It's a horror that the Goverment gave consent to such 'amendments'.
Anyway, Merry Christmas. And forgive me, Sarah, for not wanting being able to attend tonight XD.
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Snatched from YiDi =D.
What does your handwriting say about YOU?
The results of your analysis say:
You like to be surrounded by four solid walls.
You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.
You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present.
You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!
You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself.
Ooh, fun!
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[06 Dec 2005|06:30pm] |
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I refuse to look outside the window. Everytime i do, i see the neighbour's house which is painted in this striking yellow colour. It makes me think that my house is painted yellow too, so whenever you pass a road with two blocks of cheese on the side, my house is on the left; ring me up =D. Except mine is more like baked cheese; it's slightly more orange-ish. It actually looks better than it did a few months ago when it first went from a nice pale beigeish-cream colour to this holy-crap-what-the-hell-was-the-father-thinking? yellow, but only because at that time the neighbour had not yet painted their house, so ours was just a stark contrast sandwiched between two simple whites. It was a horror to my virgin eyes, i can say that much =D.
Finished Merrick a couple of days ago, and it's not that i hated it, it just saddened me to such an extent. It really felt like the the book wasn't attached to the chronicles; as a matter of fact, it felt as if i had just finished reading a fanfiction; a good fanfiction, but a fanfiction nonetheless.
Alright, maybe i do have a certain dislike towards it >=).
Oh, and my sister showed my a recent photo of Peter Jackson, and ohmyfreakingsexlord, what the hell did he eat to lose so much weight? 99 percent fat-free New Zealand yoghurt?! Yikes.
I signed in into Friendster, and bam! New look on the profile page. How my sister logged in to my account, i have no idea.
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I'm a few chapters away from finishing Merrick; Anne Rice, but darn it, i have no will to keep on reading. I'm very upset with the turn of events in the book, but then again, maybe i've already set a strong concrete view of how i think the chronicles should proceed as well as how they should end. And argh, the arrival of new characters / characteristics which before this were irrelevant to the story bums me out. And why, being it a Vampire Chronicle, does it irritatingly characterize mainly around a witch?
Alright, maybe it's all just me.
I'm planning to finish reading Merrick before the end of next week, and then, with much hope, moving on to the sister's friend's copy of The Witching Hour. Never mind the fact that the book is bloody thick and filled with squinting-eyes-much print. See, i have no visible grudge against the witches =D. I just prefer it to swirl around the vampires themselves when under the chronology of The Vampire Chronicles. And alright, it does offer a link to said chronicles, but i'm going to back up my selfish demands and remain brattily unsatisfied XD.
And holy freaking cow, there's going to be a Broadway entitled 'Lestat'. Four guesses on what it'll be based on.
Been playing excessive Sims 2 Nightlife as well as Soul Calibur II. Because they are fun and because the holidays doesn't offer any worthwhile activies with substantial meanings of enjoyment; grr.
... And because i am the Soul Calibur II master in the household, ignoring what others say, dammit XP.
And because i have yet to fullfill my dreams of turning my Sims into disgustingly rich, carefree vampires.
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The sisters came back, so finally got to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire yesterday. It wasn't horrible, but darn, it left me ultimately disappointed. The book was loads better. Thank god for the smaller audience in Gold Class, as i was bursting out with laughter at every hint of gay remark, and there was a lot. Anyway, after the movie, walked around for a bit, and bought Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as well as Romeo + Juliet DVDs.
Came home, watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Yes, for the first time. Shocking, i know. Great fun, albeit it being a bit too long. I didn't like it, though, that they turned it into one big family movie with Charlie refusing to leave his family, and his family being the only thing that cheers him up when he doesn't 'feel so hot.' Other than that, brilliantly funny.
So after that, popped in Romeo + Juliet and watched that. And oh, really gratifying, and i especially liked the masquerade party scenes. However, slightly upsetting that i knew what would happen in the end because come on, who doesn't know the culmination of Romeo and Juliet? It was still deeply poignant, though. And i must say, it certainly changed my outlook of some things.
And my sister brought home The Swan Princess VCD. Holy cow, i haven't seen that in an awfully long time -7-ish years, maybe- yet bits and pieces of it remains indelible in my mind. Ahh, and the songs! Incredibly addictive. I likey The Swan Princess.
Alright. This has turned into a long movie review; indulge in it =D.
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Argh. I'm watching Miss Earth now, and come on. There are so many other Philippines who are much prettier than the one reprensenting them now. And i haven't seen Miss Malaysia, but since she only lasted through the preliminaries... Miss Dominican Replubic should win, she's pretty.
And if someone says, 'Oh no, but looks aren't all there is to it! They look for their personalities, too!', that's bullshit. If it weren't all for the looks, they wouldn't be parading around in swimsuits and with blow-dried hair. Personalities can easily be changed for this competition; looks -if undergoing surgery is unoptional- tend to be harder. The Miss Earth competition ask all these environmentalist questions, and it's nauseating to hear their replies. Sure, it may be what they really feel about the topic, but come on. Someone, please stray away from the typical 'save the earth; teach the children' answers.
I'm not much of a feminist, and i'm not implicating that all publicized beautiful people are unadulterated bimbos. But i'd much rather watch some pageant where they don't give a tiny rat's ass about how mentally perceptive a person is about the earth's cleanliness or the ongoing poverty or the intense war scenes, and all they want are for the contestants to get up on stage and show off their physical endowments.
I've been too critical about what's on television nowadays, but it's too much fun to stop now =D.
And judging by the amount of loud applause, Miss Dominican Republic has a good chance at winning. Yeah, Miss Dominican Republic!
I should stop typing long entries, it gets terribly dull. Hah.
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Malaysian television sucks.
No, no, i'm not talking about the shows itself, despite the fact that about ninetyninepercent of it involves the guy having a secret affair with another woman and / or petty fighting scenes. I'm talking about their ability to copyright. Gerak Khas has Final Fantasy X's song as background music, and Agrojurnal has Metal Gear Solid 2's themesong as their own themesong. This has happened before, on each song. Some malay movie had multiple FFX songs, which in the end, when the credits were rolling, music was credited under some guy's name. Yeah, brilliant, the guy was probably racking his brains [or lack of it] trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to find the perfect kind of music, and boom! His eleven year old son was probably playing with FFX at that very moment, and guy thought, oh goodie, ultimately perfect for our low-budgeted film! And MGS2's song was, again, the theme for, seriously, an awesomely dull paintball competition show.
Geez, so maybe Japan is not strict with their copyright policies, and maybe the shows are not at all likely to go international, but come on. Thanks for exposing Malaysians' unoriganality and inability to bloody freaking CREDIT PROPERLY, which, by the way, is so amazingly difficult to do.
But then again, if we were all respectful as that, then Malaysians would lose their reputations for extreme kiasu-ness. And we wouldn't want that to happen.
=D.
Anyway, on a more chipper note, Harry Potter and GOF coming out tomorrow. Was supposed to go with Dada + all and watch it, but i seriously don't think i would wake up in time for it. Plus, planning on fasting tomorrow, and i am not going to go without being able to boss the Gold Class staff around =). I haven't even read the 6th book yet, for fuck's sake, since it came out before PMR, and i kept on telling myself to wait after it ended. And so now it has, but i've already known too many spoilers to be able to read it with as much curiousity and excitement. And that's no fun. Plus, i was very, very disappointed with the fifth book. Hmph.
Oh screw. I told Jon i would visit him tomorrow at the hospital, since he's having some complicated-word operation, but since everyone else is planning on going for HP, and i don't want to walk the freaky hallway to the Bangunan Timur alone, i probably won't go. Fuck, he just has to have brain cancer; it makes me feel a teensy bit bad for backing out on my word XD. He's already bald from the chemo, and i really do not want to miss an oppurtunity of seeing that, but oh well.
... I'm a wonderful friend =).
Anyway, 104 hours now, and i should take my bath. Cheerios!
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I feel like crap. It's almost 5 and i still haven't taken my bath, considering i had 12 full hours to do so. Oh well XD.
Anyway, bought more stuff than i thought i would, but when i came back home, i wasn't satisfied enough. Why? Because I'm the most forgetful person ever -_-. So it all happened when...
( and then... )
So phew. And it just happened to be my last day there. But there was nothing that could be done, and i was just glad that i didn't switch to my new purse, since i did contemplate doing that, and i didn't have my camera or my iPod in my bag, and i didn't take any more money from my mom, because i kept on telling my sisters, 'i should've taken some more money from mama', and i had already spent the majority of my money, leaving my purse with all my cards, about 10 dollars, and 50 ringgit. It sucks, because now i don't have anything to fill my new purse with.
And what sucks even more, when we got into the plane, my mom asks for The Star, and it says there that to renew lost MyKads, you had to pay a fine of 150 ringgit. And they had just made up that rule! Bleaurgh. That was bloody ironic.
So yeah, i don't have my phone with me. I don't think i care that much for my phone, but i loved my number! I actually remembered it.
And seeing how yesterday was River Phoenix's 12th Deathday [meaning he would be a fine 35 year old now if he had lived =(] and Halloween, i seriously think it's an omen. While i was there, i read my sisters' roomates' The Alchemist, and it says there that you have to learn to observe the omens. And fuck, this was as omen-ish as anything else! And to make matters worse, my maid left for her home today. Am not really sure if she's ever coming back, so that means doing all her odd jobs [i.e. cleaning out the kitties litter -_-].
Yes; omen, most definitely.
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Bloody hell, i should be packing. Oh well =D. Just me and my mom going, since my sister doesn't want to come along and neither does my dad, methinks. I don't think he likes going when my mom does. Really XD.
Not very keen on missing the last day of school *pouts*, but at least it's not my absolute last day. Whoopee for me.
Went to Sogo earlier today, and my god, jammed. Didn't get much, just a pair of pakai-dekat-rumah pants [which doesn't look it, but is actually quite itchy. Pakai-dekat-rumah pants aren't supposed to be itchy, dammit!] and an amazingly comfortable bra. Yeay.
Went on a total Ridsect splurge yesterday. Give me cockroaches, give me lizards, i don't care. Give me a troop of ants, and i'll Ridsect you before i do the ants. I don't particularly like the smell, and we never really used it before, since mosquitoes are scarce in the house, but it brings a pretty homely feeling since back at kampung the rooms downstairs get their own fair share at night =). I went pretty mad, really, and was literally on all fours trying to follow their routes. Pretty pissing off, since we never used to have this much ants around, but then i guess everyone just started leaving food everywhere and the ants got wise to us. Argh.
I get goosebumps just thinking about it.
Not spending raya at any kampungs this year, i think. The grandma on the mom's side will be at the aunty's house, so we'll just be in KL. I'm secretly a sucker for traditions, but spending raya at a kampung which doesn't look the same anymore is just not appealing. Bloody bandaraya jackasses. Rambutan trees are much more important than the widening of roads, anyway. Plus, not being able to go to kedai Kadir just across the street where the shopkeeper automatically goes, "ni anak Laili ke?" and trying to sneak the foods in without being seen by the 20+ cousins [50+, actually, but not all are around at one go XP]... I mean, don't get me wrong, i usually dread going back to kampung, but come on. It's the little things like these that make you go, "SCREW YOURSELVES TO HELL, JKR!" [or whoever's doing the constructions]. Those rambutan trees are older than me, older than my sisters [and hell, you can't get any older than that XD], older than my parents' marriage itself, and they had their silver anniversary this year. I keep on remembering my mom saying how my grandfather was the one who planted them, but he never lived long enough to see them grow.
Fuck, i'm such a sentimentalist XD.
Right then. It's already 1 40. Really, really should be packing. Cheerios.
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Alright. Almost half past two and i don't want to sleep at all.
Watched Four Brothers just now. I'm usually not into all that 'gangsta' movies, but i liked this one. And screw, it almost made me cry. Plus, Garrett Hedlund? First Patroclus, now Jack[ie O]? The whole tough-punk-guy act is overclouded with the youngest-brother-mummy's-boy thing. Dammit. It's too damn adorable.
Watching rerun of Lost, and it's one of The Boone episodes. He's bloody beautiful, it's really depressing. And argh, wonderfully sweet in Lost.
I should stop raving about non-existant characters.
And i lovelovelove the background music on the Brokeback Mountain trailer. I, of course, lovelovelove the trailer itself too.
Oh, and PMR's over. Woohoo!
Actually, i feel no different than from any other end of exams -_-.
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The civilian cars in NFSU suck big time. I was happily racing my car -leading the others, might i add- when suddenly a taxi comes into view, coming from the horizontal side. So alright, i just went at the current speed, knowing that my car would pass the other, even though by a small margin. And then, the taxi fucking stopped in the middle of the road, causing me to crash into it. @$^&%#&*($%!!! No fucking car is meant to stop in the middle of the road! It was bloody well obvious that i was programmed to lose that race. And the fact that i had to re-race the track a bazajillion times just to win didn't make me feel any better.
Something tells me i'll make a horrible driver. Especially to taxis and trucks.
Fasting turns me into a lazier cow than i already am. Two more papers to go. I'm acting as if it's already all over; ha ha.
I'm reading about serial killer nurses on CrimeLibrary. I am never, never, ever getting sick to the point where i'll get sent to the hospital. Nurses are freaking scary, especially after seeing the episode on Akazukin Cha Cha. Doctors, however, are intellectually hot.
Oh my. They're actually going to screen Last Quarter at some Ampang shopping mall (reading the paper does bring benefits). I waaaannt to seeee! But just the thought of going to some unknown Ampang mall with all those diehard fans of Gatsby commercials carrying their girlfriend's handbags / motorcycle helmets... no thanks.
Even if it means missing Hyde on big-screen.
Thank God the movie didn't exactly win the praises that the manga did; phew. Let's just hope the manga was really sucky =D.
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( dragons flying! )
National Geographic would love me to no ends.
Fine, fine. Just about anybody can take a picture of a dragonfly, but it was hard okay! It kept flying off, but then i guess it got bored with flying around and decided to just stay still. I wanted to take a picture of this other pretty blue one, but that dragonfly was an even bigger bitch.
And this is what happens when the cat is not allowed in the room.
The cat stays outside the room.
PMR in two weeks. Awesome.
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Aww. Safin's friend, Leonid Mikhailovich Nerushenko died. It's so upsetting, to lose such a beautiful boy. Grr. But, i was laughing the first time i heard it. I think it was the way i was told XD. I think it went something like this...
Yi-Di: Do you remember Safin's friend?
Me: Oh yeap
Yi-Di: The really hot one?
Me: Yeah yeah!
Yi-Di: He DIED!
I still laugh when i think about it XD. Oh, but what was even more frustrating? "I drive a motorbike without helmet and when I'm drunk - so what? Maybe it's stupid, I don't know. Sometimes I provoke dangerous situations in order to test myself for fear." So what? You crash, and then you die. Yeah, not that big a deal -_-'.
On a happier note, Federer / Agassi in the finals; woohoo!
Oh, and Head & Shoulders guy is back! Louder woohoo! Still with the pretty pretty digitalized hair and the pretty pretty smile. At least, i think it's the same guy. It looks like him. If it's not, this guy is pretty hot too, so either way, woohoo!
Oh well. Poor dead Leonid.
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Coria Coria Coria Coria.
Oh please, let it be Coria.
Agassi / Blake; doesn't matter.
The Federer / Nalbandian and Hewitt / Nieminen matches i've predicted the winners and have awesome faith in my prediction.
=D
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