First off I would like to congratulate Koo Kien Keat and Tan Boon Heong for winning the All England.

Who're they??!! Whats All England??!! What the heck are you talking about??!! Where's your crappy sense of humour??!!

They, for all of you sports illiterate out there, are our men's doubles badminton players who did the country proud and almost made me threw the remote into the screen. I was THAT ecstatic. You see, I've been an avid badminton fan since the jurassic ages. I love watching the game and no matter how crappy our badminton players are, I always support them through and through no matter what happens. When they lose though, I will proceed on cussing the living hell out of them, wondering why did they ever decide to play badminton in the first place when they can easily earn more profit and satisfaction from selling 'murtabak' across the street.

That shows how much passion I have for the game. [And I'm not being sarcastic either]

So the weird thing is, when they got their last point, that is when the shuttle landed outside the court and the players started yelling and celebrating..

[At home]

Dad: Whoa..they won.
Mom: *claps hand* They won, they won.
Bro: *rubbing his tummy* Pa, buy chicken chop today.
Me: *stares at the screen, tears start forming*

[/At home]

BLOODY HELL!!!

I started to cry, for NO reason. Ok, maybe there was a reason but I have never cried for that reason before. Happy tears. Happy tears don't exist in my happy book. I was SO touched and thrilled that my mind jammed and my feelings took cover. Words could not describe how I felt, but the tears sure did.

Or maybe I was PMS-ing.

Fingers crossed. I hope I was PMS-ing. I can't turn soft. Cottons and cream are soft. Sheila is NOT soft.

Either way, it was a good game and hopefully these guys don't get all cocky like that certain badminton player did and continue to produce good results.

On to other important news, I have something wild to confess. Its wild because I might just book myself a place in the beheaded list of half the female population of the world. Oh well, here goes.

I don't think Pete Wentz is good looking.

*HUGE GASP*

Fine, maybe thats a little harsh. Pete is okay looking. He just doesn't look any different from most of the guys I've seen. I don't understand the obsessive fixation some girls have for him. Usually I see the beauty in everyone, even from those I think is FAR from beautiful. I still think they're beatiful.

I know, try to keep up with me.

So the thing thats bothering me is, I have never met a girl who DOES NOT like Pete. Ok, maybe I've met a few but they don't stand out and HATERS don't count. Up till now, whoever I've met has atleast heard of Pete Wentz and his posse. Yep, some even refer Fall Out Boy as Pete and Friends. But why?! I like Fall Out Boy generally for their music. They don'y have any sex appeal like some bands have.

The point is, I just don't get why SO MANY people are in lust with Pete, for his looks! As far as my mind goes...


Pete Wentz looks like a high mixed breed of Iban and Malay and a dash of Indian here and there. To me, if you want your own Pete Wentz you can do him yourself.

SHUT IT! My mind is permanently out of the gutter for now.

Ways To Make Your Own Pete Wentz by Yours Truly.

1) Grab a malay neighbour.
2) Preferably a boy, but you can mix it up if you want.
3) Dress him up in a really tight hoodie, belts over his tight jeans.
4) Apply facial make up.

Most importantly..

5) Eyeliners. Don't forget the eyeliners.
6) Apply lots of gel for the hair.
7) Some lip gloss.

Lastly..

8) Steal a guitar and make him strut it, even if he doesn't want to.

There you have it, your OWN Pete Wentz. Seriously, it works. With this, I can guarantee you'll get over the depression of Fall Out Boy skipping Malaysia for their asian tour.