Crooning on my STEREO: Jackie by BOSSA NOSTRA This is my final blog entry for 2005; a year that has gone by wistfully and blissfully. Nothing particularly crap happened this year, and even there were, all I can say is WHATEVER.
Life should go smoothly into 2006.
warning: I am gonna be dreadfully long winded with this entry
I used to think that I look cool when I am incredibly drunk.
Actually I look kinda stupid. Like a steamed rabbit. Thus are my memories of SPAIN. I miss the days when we partied hardcore till 6am, stumbled around the city square picking up Gael Garcia Bernal lookalikes (fine, there was only ONE), singing/screaming out David Bisbal's 'OYE EL BOOM BOOM BOOM' in horrendous Spanish before returning back to the hostel at 8am half pissed in time for morning classes. 
The great news is that (after procrastinating for 2 months) I've finally launched the THE SPANISH CHRONICLES.
If there's one thing I miss most about SPAIN, it has to be CARACOLACOLA.
Did I mention that I was bawling like a migraine baby in her room an hour before I had to take the bus from Estepona? Well, I almost didn't want to leave.... She was such a DARLING.
And I love her family too, they were such amazing people... I MISS YOU ALL!!!!!!
I thought I'd dedicate a picture to Shirl, a very lovely friend of mine from Brunei who has stood by me through thick and thin. It only hit me recently that those immense pigging out and shopping spree days are over.... and to digest the fact that we're no longer students. DAMN. If there is one girl who can binge 5 meals a day with me... it only has to be her!! Somehow I hold the faith that our friendship will always remain strong. I think she is one in a million.
Due to the lack of men's interest in me, I have progressively grown madly in LOVE with SEBASTIEN I-ZAM-BARD. Seriously, I think he is so frigging H.O.T. So H.O.T that it kills me. I used to think that Ronan Keating (okay, hush.. hush..) was VENOMOUS but, boy, SEBASTIEN IS LETHAL. He's 33. I'm 23.
Russell Watson sucks. IL DIVO ROCKS.
Johhny the Landan was a hooligan. Nah, he just taught me cockney. AND conveniently slammed the door onto my face before he learnt of my existence. Okay, I guess we have something in common. I owe my favourite Landan a belated Xmas present. In actual fact, it WILL be his BIRTHDAY. And for once in my dyslexic paralysis.... I haven't forgotten.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHNNNYY!!!
And I will support Charlton's defeat.... MUAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA
oh, how I love MATT HOLLAND... ;)
I know you all have been waiting for this.... Since the well-loved Kracker has hit the SouthEast Asian shores, I'll let him have some of the limelight. Damn, he looks a hell lot more attractive than me in this photo... IT CANT BE TRUE!!!!!
Good thing is, he is beginning to LOVE IL DIVO. Bad thing is, I find it so frigging difficult to get him DRUNK. I am convinced that this gentleman's digestive system is made out of STEEL.
And this is my cousin Sarah. Well, it is obviously the gorgeous girl on the right. WE WERE AT HAAGEN DAZ'S LEICESTER SQUARE!!!! This cafe is rather nostalgic.. simply due to our constant haunt over a certain Brazillian waiter who, by now, is having nightmares of my hideous face. I miss those times when we used to stalk men and make extremely random remarks over our Spain vs Germany debates. Distance has kept us apart and we haven't been in as much contact as we used to... but bless her. She loves WESTLIFE. Only goodness knows why!!! :) Come home soon, Sarah :)
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To all my blog readers,
HAVE A FANTASTIC NEW YEAR AND PARTY LIKE THERE'S NO TOMMORROW!!It will be a new beginning.....
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Note: Lyn's soppy sentimentality is RARE. Indulge in this cheesy post as much as you like before she posts another of this weepy sort in a loooonnngg time....
