A lot of things are going on in my head. I had a dream last night; a bad one. I dreamt that Johnson was megged by Bale. Ahhhh.

I am currently posted in Prosthodontics. It's that branch of dentistry that concerns with making dentures and prostheses. Anyways, I'm telling you this because I think my patient is a psychopath. So far she has not displayed any emotion that I could see. You see, most patients smile when they get their brand new teeth. But this patient is an enigma. No emotion. Stone-cold babe. Penat aku buat cantik2 seyh. No "Thank you, doctor" either.

Work's a bitch at times. Most of the locals keep dodging the workload. They will come in the morning, sign the register then angkat kaki. Sometimes when other departments have patients overload, they will import the interns (that's us) from our department. But these locals are so effin clever. They always tell the lecturer that they have work to do. And I can't believe that the lecturers always, always buy it. We, the Malaysians, who have real work to do, who are too polite to say no, who have work ethics, have to go and work extra every time. Me, for instance, are juggling 3 dentures at the moment. Sometimes I just get off work feeling really shagged all I want to do is sleep.

About the game against Spurs this Sunday.

I have always dreaded big games. Winning is a joy, but defeat is painful. When Liverpool are not playing well, it feels like I'm being tortured, dying a slow, painful death. And I have been dying a lot of times this season. It makes me wanna break the TV set. I'm not exaggerating.

Anyhow, what's the best line-up for the match? I reckon we should play Kelly at right back and Johnson at right wing, that should be sufficient to control Bale? Meireles and Lucas ( is he still injured?) at the centre, with Lucas kicking Van der Vaart's ass out of the game. Torres up front, Kuyt given a freedom of the city. Maxi's playing well, so maybe put him on the left. I haven't been watching a lot of games these days and haven't been reading a lot of news too, so I have not kept track with the injuries. Oh well. We tend to play shite away from home anyway. Can't bloody wait. Whatever happens, You'll Never Walk Alone.

Should Roy be fired?

After last night defeat to Stoke at the Britannia Stadium, questions regarding whether Hodgson should remain our manager or should he be fired arise again.

Antoine Zammit from Empire of the Kop started a poll to get a rough idea of what Red fans all over the world think of Roy.

An overwhelming 83.68% of Liverpool fans think that Roy should be fired NOW.

You can see the poll result here.

By the way, we out-Stoke-d Stoke last night. No drive, no discernible tactics, no creativity.

Gahh. Bad day.

There was a video shoot today. I have no idea what it was for. When I asked, the guy just told me that they're going to show it to some people back in Malaysia. He's an agent who arranges seats for Malaysian students in Indian universities, so I'm pretty sure the video is to lariskan his business guna muka kami yang hot ini.

So we were practically given a script, what to say in front of the camera. How long have you been here, how do you like this place and its people, how is the facilities, practical training, blah blah.

So the guy turned to me and said, "Hey, why don't you say something in Bahasa?"

I said, "Uh, okay. What do you want me to talk about then?"

He replied, "Just tell us about this college, how do you find the place, the facilities, the teaching."

I answered, "Okay, fine."

NOT.

I'm pretty sure I looked like an idiot.

I couldn't even find the words to say what I wanted to say in Malay.

It's like I left my brain some place else.

Then we have to re-do the shoot.

I screwed up again.

Not until he told me to talk in whatever language I was comfortable with and allowed my friends to chip in when I was lost for words.

Finally the torture ended.

Was expecting for him to at least buy us lunch but that kaya tapi stingy kedekut taik hidung masin guy just dismissed us with a "Thank you for your time" !

Cheapo.

Torres' post match interview:

Kennedy: Are you resting now, yeah, for a couple of days?

Torres: Um..no.

Kennedy: No? But you'll have a little drink, yeah?

Torres: Um.. Training tomorrow, day after.. We have to keep working.

OMG. This guy.

Liverpool 2 Chelsea 0

Bragging rights! We certainly earn that. LOL!

I have to say that I wasn't very optimistic prior to the match. Yes, Steven Gerrard saved our sorry asses AGAIN against Napoli but he can only do so much. He's 30. There are signs that his legs are giving away. He's still world-class but I thought that in our current shape, we were not a match for Chelsea. Okay. I have to eat my humble pie now. And I'm glad that I do. Haha!

But whoa whoa whoa. Who is that kid at the midfield la? You know, the small, kononnya weak, blonde, former Rafa's apple of the eye one? Remember the name, people, remember the name : LUCAS PEZZINI LEIVA. Liverpool's number 21. Well done, lad. Play like that every game, with the rate you're improving, you could well be......... nah, I won't say it. I won'x jinx it. Let's just go with the flow, eh? Berapa banyak block, berapa banyak interception ko buat semalam Lucas. I'm impressed. Even Bro Beemer over there at Liverpool Malaya who never put up a good word on you was singing you praises last night. Haha. Jangan marah bro :p Ramires, Zhirkov, Malouda, you can hide behind your mommas now. This Brazilian kid who had been written off time and again put you guys to SHAME.

Fernando Torres is on fire! Great first touch to control the perfect cross from Kuyt from the left hand side before putting it past Cech. He made Terry look like Vidic. LOL. Credit to Skrtel with the defense-splitting pass to Kuyt. The second one was a masterclass show. Skinned Ivanovic. Curled the ball into the far top corner between to 2 defenders and the helpless Cech. Absolute freakin' beauty you are Nando. Oh my sexxxyy soon-to-be husband. Don't judge me, I'm just a normal girl who like good-looking men. haha.

Kelly was great as well. Aku nervous tengok Kelly start kat right back, Chelsea sebelah kiri ada Ashley Cole, Malouda and Jerkoff. Thought he was gonna get slaughtered. But he stood up to them and did really well. Goal.com kate die Irish. FAIL. Apart from a period of time in the second half where he allowed like thousands of crosses from inside his area, this lad did fine.

Carra back to his old self. Immense. Skrtel, apart from a misjudged header, did nothing wrong. Nasib baik Kalou offside. Konchesky and Meireles had their best game in Red shirts as well. Gerrard. Great all around display. Lari sana sini. Apa rahsia ko fit sangat eh? Kejap kat atas, kejap kat bawah. Kalau ko muda lagi aku xde la heran sangat.

Kuyt ni cyborg ke bionic man hah? Wasn't he supposed to be out till January? Orang lain rupture ligament berbulan2 baru sembuh, ko lepas 3 minggu dah buleh lari sana sini? Bapak ko bagi makan 8 botol Scott't Emulsion ke tiap2 hari masa ko kecik hah?

Not to exclude other elements, I do think that we had a bit of luck yesterday. Drogba came down with a fever the night before, Essien and Lampard were out with injuries. But Reina did amazing when tested under pressure. Close range save to deny Malouda. He must be wondering how did that not go in. Then the post's save from an Anelka shot contributed to our cause too. Haha.

Those boys in RED make me a very happy woman.

I have changed a lot.

Some changes are for the better while others are for the worse.

I have become a worse servant. I know I've got to get my life back on the right track but I can't seem to do it at this moment. I've gotten involved in some pretty heavy stuff and it's kinda hard to get back to normal once you got yourself into this kind of shit. No, I'm not doing drugs.

But I'm happier. As happier as I can be. It does get lonely sometimes though but it's better than getting psyched over a stupid argument.

I feel like I'm seeing the world for the first time. I've become less judgmental and learnt to accept things the way they are. I've become optimistic and pessimistic at the same time. I know that sounds weird but I have no idea how to explain it.

Oh dear God. What on earth have I got myself into.

By the way I'm loving my job. I have more freedom in my work now that I'm having a Dr. prefix to my name. My clinical judgments are even accepted and considered. I love to see the patients smile upon looking at their new teeth in the mirror.

Other than that, I can't stop thinking ,"Dear God. What have I got myself into."

It's been a hectic life for me in the past three weeks with work and stuff. I've been working non-stop from 9 to 5, 6 days a week, missing lunch almost every alternate days. It's been some sort like a cultural shock to me since we didn't use to treat this many patients during our student days. It's busy, it's mad, it's crazy all around but I'm loving it. :)

Sigh. About our beloved Liverpool FC. Where do I start. Perhaps I should start that I am currently reading a book titled Red Men: Liverpool Football Club the Biography by John Williams? Yes, I think that's the least painful way to start talking about LFC.

There are two main problems at Liverpool this season: 1) Bad result. 2) Bad performance. The former can easily be explained by the latter. Anyway, it's mental that some people are still blaming Rafa for the mess that Liverpool are in. Last season they used to say that seventh place wasn't good enough, with the players we had at that time we shouldn't be at seventh. However, these people seem to think that we deserve be in the 18th place, as the table stands at this very moment, with the players we currently have?

Don't get me wrong, Rafa had his own shortcomings back when he was still the boss, but I think that these shortcomings seem to be magnified while Roy's ones are conveniently overlooked. They both have totally different styles when it comes to management and tactics and stuffs but I will not go into the details on these. Maybe some other time I will. NESV are giving Roy probation time until Christmas. In the meantime, we just have to watch and see and continue supporting our beloved Liverpool FC. There's a reason that our blood is Red.

P/s: This is a lazy entry since I haven't been posting anything for a while. Will write a more useful entry soon, Inshaallah.