I Blame It On You, Simon !

This time last year, everyone who knows me knows not to poke me on a Saturday night between 6.30 to 10.00 pm. Saturday night Soho slutting will have to wait. That I should not be in anyway disturbed during that period is well, an understatement. Yes, I am that whacked when it comes to me and me X-factor time. Anyway, that was last year.

This year was a lil different. A bit of a bum, to be honest. For a start, I'm back. So no live feed on Saturday or that Saturday self-imposed exile or that chance to vote ( the chinese in me will never ever allows me to vote, but hey, options are always always good, no ? ). But hey, at least I'm still able to follow it like religiously. Thanks to those lovely seeders and the world of illegal downloads ! Okay, it ain't exactly live feed and I sorta knew who puffed out this week and i am watching episodes aired like ten years ago but hey, beggars can't be chooser.

But that's not the point. The point is everytime when I watch 'em episodes, somehow, in a totally unrelated fashion, I began to feel a lil train-wreck-edy ! Reminiscing of days gone by. And missing random things and folks like these ..

Yes, I blame it on that bloody show. How dare you, Simon ! How dare you make a ghey feel such way !

And oh, you better fix the show to let my current fav homegirl to win ! Else, I shall wail ... She is fierce, ya'll !

Homegirl Scares Me Sometimes