"Will not be updating for a while. At least I think I won't. If I ever do, it will most probably be about how I turned into a mini sausage for not exercising due to the amount of times my butt is stuck to the chair. Not because I'm studying, but because I'm playing Resident Evil 4/Devil May Cry 3/Counter Strike." -Sheryn.

Yeah, so I lied.

Happy Halloween (:

A simple sketch. And after I realised how ugly I drew those bats, I sketched the dark knight instead.

Wala.

He looks a little like catwoman. Haha.
You can tell I'm bored at home.


I wanted to get myself that awesome new Sony Cybershot. The one with 8.1 megapixels and a smile detector, I repeat: a smile detector. It is so awesome. Then my parents gave the best comment they could ever give to their only daughter.

"What for. You also don't smile. HAHAHA."

How demoralising. -__-

Here's what I've been doing for the past month before SPM.
I am soooo ready.

Tried to do a study group. But of course, when you have Teng Han, Hsien Ming, Jian Hong and Sheryn mixed into one, it usually does not go well. Or fails. Because one of them will be slacking off miserably, one of them will be the walking entertainment who wants to watch Mean Girls, one will be talking and making others talk, and the other will be listening to his iPod and minding his own business. But it's better than sleeping till noon.

The tea party (with no tea because she gave me latte) at Pn. Chong's tuition was just so awesome. The pizza was nice. Pn. Chong's expressions were super. My friends there who most of the time stoned at Pn. Chong's physics discovery: awesome. Pn. Chong's son- even funnier. I'm going to miss you guys so much.

My brother decided to try mango pudding for the first time after convincing him for many times. But since I poured too much milk on his pudding he took a few spoons, thought it was disgusting. And now my family thinks it was merely my wonderful plot so that I could get his mango pudding that day.

Finally decided to go to SMKSU's prom. Because of Lei Ling and Hannah who kept talking about it at Physics Tuition and Hsien Ming who booked me a seat at the weirdest table she can ever get. Thanks guys. At least I am now determined to work out after SPM instead of being a couch potato.

Wanted to buy Mr. Jeremy his gift for making me 1% smarter at Additional Mathematics. But then my mom got a huge discount because she was a member at Voir and it was her birthday month. So I went on a shopping spree. And I forgot to buy his present. Twice.

Noticed a lot of Form 4s taking part time jobs. Everywhere I go, there they are, swarming near me. Especially Sushi King. I saw Redzwan Clone and that guy I forgot his name working at Nike. I saw that librarian in Voir. I saw Chooi Si and a bunch of other people whom I forgot their name too in Sushi King. But I never imagined seeing the Ketua Pengawas Si Onn there. I think he saw me stoning at him while he gave my dad the sushi.

Will not be updating for a while. At least I think I won't. If I ever do, it will most probably be about how I turned into a mini sausage for not exercising due to the amount of times my butt is stuck to the chair. Not because I'm studying, but because I'm playing Resident Evil 4/Devil May Cry 3/Counter Strike.

October 20th and 22nd.
Happy Birthday, mom and dad. (:

I shared with my brother to buy my mom a handbag and my dad boxers and socks. As usual.
I'm just odd.


10 random facts about my parents.

01. My parents said I was "tak bermoral" when I failed Moral in Form 1 and started laughing for almost a year.

02. I can never understand how my mom can stand window shopping. It's like trying to grasp air but you can't reach them.

03. My dad wanted to plant a garden of roses for my mom because she loves roses and so that he didn't need to buy flowers every year on her birthday. Unfortunately, I've never seen a single rose in our garden up until now. Japanese Rose is so not counted. (:

04. My mom is a huge fan of Michael Buble. She made me download his albums.

05. And she has better legs compared to my sausages. Because she exercises every day.

06. My dad doesn't listen to salespeople. He just nods, assuming that the person will just go away. As a result, we got ourselves a Sushi King membership card for a year.

07. When my dad plays the guitar and sings, he gives out a funny facial expression. My mom can play the piano even if she can't read the notes.

08. My mom goes "WHAT'S THAT?" in a funny way when she sees something new. It's funny to see her going like that when the DVD case in her laptop sprung open last time.

09. My dad will do anything for my mom. Even if it means giving her the moon.

10. My parents are artistic. My mom has a diploma in Fashion Designing and she has designed a few clothes for her friends. My dad has drawn a portrait of my mom. I've seen it once, in the er.. storage room. Too bad I can't find it anymore.


I just love you guys so, sooo much.

I've finally decided to clean my room.
Me. me me me me ME.

No, it's not because I'm too lazy to study.
Like I said, it's not.


But I found lots of books in my room.
For a non-bookworm.



I mean, look. At. That.
So many lurking in my room somewhere.

I never knew how a fan I was with Enid Blyton.

I have so many books from that author.
Like those short stories; I really loved them last time.

I even have BM versions- like what the hell the guy is called GEMUK. And Saroja and probably some other names I don't even remember.
So what, you're going to translate Nancy Drew and call her Aminah or something?

I got this from my cousins when I passed my piano exam last time. I think. I have no idea why I kept reading those books, the plots are the same every single time.

I mean, really.

There will be girl, going to an all girls boarding school, can't wait to go, reaches there, meets new friends, meets some snobbish bitch, plays prank on some teachers, gets punished or maybe gets away with it and then gets punished later on, and the school ends. And it begins all over again in the next term. All that jazz.

Pfft. Even I can predict the ending by now.

This was my brother's books, but he donated them to me because well. He doesn't read. These kind of books anyway.

So do I. I didn't dare to open these books when I was a kid because I thought there was going to be a scary clown that is going to pop out of a book or something. Awesome.

The Beezer. I had two given from my uncle.
It's like a book, with many American comics in it.

Some jokes are just, extra lame.
I think they tried too hard.

I have no idea where these books came from. Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Garden.

When I first picked up the book, I'm like wow. The Secret Garden. It sounds so interesting- maybe children disappear in that garden and gets eaten by some cannibal.

Yeah, I was wrong.
That book is dead boring.

Maybe the kids were going to be kidnapped later in the story because meh. I haven't finished reading it since it was so un-interesting.
Boooo.

I'm not a fan of Harry Potter. Never will be. I don't read the books, nor do I watch the movie. I don't know why I asked this book for Christmas last time anyway. :|
I didn't take the time to wrap the book neatly, so hah. I just proved how I dislike you.

I wasted a Christmas present, darn it.

But this next book is super awesome.

Ah, the best book I've ever got.
Even the illustration on the cover is so gorgeous.
I want the other two books. :|

I'm just sad, I know.

Hey, this isn't a book.

I got these books from the church on a monthly or yearly basis. Well that was, until I stopped going to church. Shut up. I'm not being sinful, it's better than pretending to like going to church in front of everyone.

Back to my point. I mean, every single year on my Birthday/Christmas/Prize-giving day they have to give me these Christianity Inspiring books.

Everyone knows, I don't read those.
I read the bible though.

The Bibles were given by the church when I was small. I enjoy reading some stories, to be honest.

I had to buy these books when I attended classes in British Council.
Sometimes I wonder why I even entered those lessons, my language is already awesome.

Those books were fun to read, except Scribbleboy.
I hate it when they make up their own words and go:

"SCRIBBLEDACIOUS!"
"MEGA-SCRIBBLEDACIOUS!"
"ULRTA-MEGA-SCRIBBLEDACIOUS!"
"TOTALLY-ULTRA-MEGA-SCRIBBLEDACIOUS!"

Yeah yeah that's just:
Scribbledaciously GAY.


And this is the mess I made after the photoshoot.
Shoot.

There are probably more books lurking in my room, but my dad wants his Chinese camera back.



On the other hand, I'm am officially obssessed with House right now. Too bad AXN airs it on the wrongest time they could possibly have.

So I'm downloading all three seasons.

:D

And after a couple of days with no connection, the speed springs up to almost 70kb/s. Sweeeeeet.
I can't wait. (:

I love my family.

I have a dad who seems to play every known sport on Earth (and is good at it even), a mom who loves shopping but is extremely thrifty and thinks more than twice before purchasing them, a brother who wants flatter hair like those ladies in the Sunsilk advertistment, and I am a girl who was supposed to be the genius in the family but ends up splatting her fat head towards the nearby wall.

Yup, my family is officially disfunctional.


I'm sure you people in Malaysia are familiar with the trolleys in Carrefour; no 20 cents, no trolley.

So while paying at the cashier, my parents saw an empty trolley beside them.
A trolley.
An EMPTY trolley.

Oh no.

I don't know whether my parents were on high, or maybe they're always on high, but they insisted I took the other trolley, so we get the cash (20 cents). And there I was, splitting the load into half and pushing the trolley to the car park.

When I thought my life couldn't get any more like a piece of joke, it just did.

And everytime I said how odd the idea was, they would say:
"Hey, we're helping the Carrefour people with the trolleys you know. With a pay of 40 cents aahahaha."


And you thought supermarkets were boring.
Pffft.
Not with my family.

At least I'm getting closer to becoming a billionaire, unlike you kids.
Nyeh nyeh.


..or not.

I felt like I bitching about it because, I had to bitch about it.

I was having a nice slumber, until some guy name Soo Teng Han sms-ed me asking me to wake up, take a shower and "teach" him Mathematics. With some other guy named Jian Hong- his ponteng buddy.

I wonder what made me said yes at the first place.
Maybe I was just bored.


I was to become his personal tutor for a few hours, or better still; the homework finisher. Just because his dad blackmailed him with the sister's car, which had a cuddly white teddy bear in it.

So I was sitting there like some kid struggling and preparing for exam, answering for him almost half a test and teaching him how to solve them while he kept on pestering me with Biology questions.
For the tenth time, I dropped Biology. With a big D.

At least I had a small reward.


And my reward?
A burger set.

And these.
Ain't that just fuckin' awesome?
Too bad it's expired, Mr. Smarty Pants.


At least some good came out of this. I studied a little of Mathematics, got 1% smarter than usual, found out that the chicken burger I ate whatever the name is doesn't have thousand island in it anymore.
And I got free lunch.


The best part?
It's going to happen again- next week.

Like I always say to him:
"You better belanja me next time k?"

So I got back all my results for trials.
It was satisfying not so bad.

English 84
EST 76
Mathematics 76
Bahasa Melayu 72
Physics 70

Sure, it looks nice.



FOR NOW.

Sejarah 60
Pendidikan Moral 57
Chemistry 55

And if it couldn't get any worse,
Additional Mathematics 34

Overall, this exam was okay. I got lazy, assuming that I had a lot of time to study, slacked off miserably and wa-la.

An equation.. to a successing FAILURE.

I still demand justice for my Chemistry if that smart ass would at least consider thinking that she marked my electrochemistry question wrong and use her internet to research.

Objection, bitch.
I have 4 proofs that I am right.
FOUR!
And I still got a plain C because of your ignorance.

Damn it.

So the conclusion is, I was a genius kid but had a downfall of stupidity. Had a dash of hope with a beam of light gazing upon me, but alas. I still failed.
Am I just a great example or what?

And THAT is why I am still the Queen in the I Failed Additional Mathematics Once Again Club (IFAMOAC).
Sorry, this club is meant for failures only.



Oh and by the way,
sorry no cure.
Bitches.

It is almost a month before I start leaping into the real world. Sometimes, I tend to take a pause, turn around and look at the path I took. All these questions keep popping in my head while I walk down the road.

Was it the right move?
Was it the right thing to do?

Looking back at my past, I realised that my life was full of regrets. A decade long of depression and betrayal. I was all alone, trapped in this small little box. I felt stupid. I always wondered; am I being hated? Why am I left all alone?

All these years, my world was just like a canvas filled with black and white. Everything was vague. I was confused in my own web of lies, created by misery. I thought books were everything. I thought that I didn't need friendship. That I didn't need help from anyone.

I was wrong.

Friends are important in our lives. They will sacrifice their time to help us when we are down. True friends will make us feel happy, no matter what or how much it takes. They bring all sorts of colours into our lives.

I always give them a thin smile behind their back. A smile conveying how much I am grateful that they exist in my life. Because I've learn the most important lesson in life:

Don't look back, and keep moving forward with no regrets.

I'll never know when I will reach the end.
I don't even know how the end looks like.



And I don't care.
I will move forward, with the ones I love the most.

Let's just get this nonsense over with so that I can start my Christmas shopping. SUPER early.

Pushing that aside, I have another question I've been thinking about these few weeks.

Should I go to SMKSU's 2007 prom?

I mean, I'll have to find a dress, but that's not a problem since I'm a genius in spending my cash on a dress sense. And, I'll probably get the furthest seat I've ever sat and maybe it's near the kitchen door or trashcan or something so I'll never get to see the stage because it will be too small, or maybe sit with a bunch of people I don't even know and feel like a dumbass because of that, but I have a companion. Someone going with me.

Plus, it's "grand" and Reshmonu's going. All for RM130.
What's there NOT to go anymore?

And I get to spy on Carmen and Onion Head, but that's not the main issue right now.

Gah.
I can't make up my mind.

Hannah Pee why are you twisting my mind with this question when I thought I had already made a very solid decision ages ago.
Whhhyyy?
:X



I'll just. Uh. Sit back and think for a few more days.

So my dad had to take out my external hard drive, Hardy to plug it in my mom's laptop for her work. Unfortunately, on the following day, after I turned on Hardy, I realised that my whole Program Files are gone. Wha? Do you know what that means? It means all my programs that I've installed is all gone. Every bit I installed day by day with care.

Nooo.

How did it happen?
Why did it happen?
WHEN did it happen?

Arghhhh.

So I started plugging it out and attached it to my mom's laptop, Lexy (yes. I love naming objects) and the file wasn't there either. I tried finding all my hidden files, but that particullar file wasn't there. I even tried searching my whole drive. It wasn't there. Great. I didn't want to bother my dad, because he was busy fixing Jason's computer which got attacked by virus. Out of ideas and not knowing what to do, I started walking in circles.

Don't laugh. I SAID DON'T LAUGH.

Finally, after an hour my dad came.
"Oh, your files? I deleted them, because the drive was out of space."

I practically stoned for a minute.

"Y-y-you deleted my files? My precious files?
How dare youuuuuu."

I felt like taking the external hard drive and hitting his head with it, but then I was too lazy to unplug everything out all over again.

Damn it.

But then, after sobering for a few minutes, I realised that there was no important files or programs in the external hard drive. Just bitcomet, winamp, and a few games my brother and I installed.




Oh shit.

Lesson learnt.
Get your own personal laptop.

And I have no idea why I've been learning Japanese until now. I'm definately sure that I'm not going to become a famous comic artist in Japan, or becoming a game director in Square Enix, taking over Tetsuya Nomura as character designer and getting free games. Since I'll either be going to Australia or America.

Maybe my destiny is to argue with a waiter in Tokyo, in Japanese (duh) about how expensive he is charging the soya sauce.
Oh yeah babe.
I can see my future brightly now.

Bored, sick of studying, and tired of thinking of my future, I stole this from Hannah.
What?
Everyone was doing it anyway.

10 Things You Probably Do NOT Know About Me.

1. Last time, I used to get laughed at by some egoistic people for not knowing whatever it is. Example:

"WHAT? Like that also dunno ah? So dumb one you lawl."

Now that I'm officially a Jack-of-all-trades-wanabee, people call me a smart ass for knowing too much.


2. I always think of a hundred ways to earn money for a living because I think my allowance is never enough, but I end up spending more than I have. Go me.


3. Every year, when my mom's birthday approaches, the one and only present I can think of is: Buying her coffee in Starbucks. Like, PFFT, how original and creative am I?

At least she's more fortunate than my dad. Every year when his birthday approaches, all I can think of are Spongebob Squarepants boxers.


4. My whole day depends on my mood. Like Mr. Jeremy/Nosy/Observant my Additional Mathematics teacher says, when I'm moody, I can't get the logic of Additional Mathematics.

I mean, when do I EVER get the logic of Additional Mathematics?
Please don't read this part of my blog, Mr. Jeremy.


5. I make wishlists for myself twice every single year (one for my birthday and one for Christmas), but I don't think my wishlists ever come true. Where's Santa when I need him?


6. I used to collect dolls. But now I just think it's creepy. So I collect artwork instead.


7. I started learning to swim when I was around 5 or 6. I complained every day to my mom begging her to stop swimming lessons for me because it was difficult and I could not touch the floor and it scares me. She didn't believe me, until she tried learning at 45.


8. When I was small, I used to imagine that there were sharks chasing me from behind when I swim in laps. It's so stupid, yet I won third placing because of my wild imagination.


9. Since I am disfunctionally short (but still 5 feet, thank you) I have a hard time finding a pair of jeans that fits me perfectly. My mom also does not let me buy cargo pants. She thinks I will look fatter and shorter, which is also true now that I think of it.

I hate you, legs.


10. I admit that I am quite close to Jason, my elder brother. I mean, we:

Play computer games together.
Watch television together.
Crack lame jokes together.
Watch movies together.

But then again, some people think we are a couple, so what can I say?
Oh wait. I know what to say.
Please find a better girlfriend next time. :|


I hereby tag:
No one.

Because Accounts paper is o.v.e.r.
And I can finally rest a few more minutes before studying for SPM.

And since Christmas is coming (in my calendar) this bitch started making a wishlist for herself.

Draped Hood Pullover from L.A.M.B. $115.

Field Blazer from L.A.M.B. Only $265.

The red iPod Nano. Because it is special. $199.

Sony VAIO notebook. About $900-$1000.

Copic Marker 72 Colour set. $428

Cerberus. $32.

Limited Edition PSP.

Which comes with a Buster Sword accessory.

Which also comes with the game. $222.

Damn it.
I'm going to need a part two.
So, am I getting a million bucks richer yet?

Caution: Moody woman who just woke up late and her eyes can't open properly, wants to study hard for Accounts paper tomorrow but she is too tired so she starts ranting.

I'm sure all my readers already know that I am the most emo person on Earth and I can snap at you within the next few seconds for such a lame reason. But nothing makes me more pissed than:
Annoying conversations online.

Yahahaha. I bet you think this is a joke hardy hahahaha blablablabla...well NO. I'm not kidding.

one.
"hey there you are so awesome and cool i think you are compatible with me i love your art so much you are like a goddess you are like the apple of my heart the light in my eyes to me wanna be best friends forever and ever and ever? :D"

Until you know where the fullstop button is and use it correctly, I'll give you a big no.

two.
"hey i jus came out of my hse n guess wat? i saw my dog lyin dead u noe. I can blieve it so i tried 2 poke it 2 c whether its alive or not... but den it was really dead. hey u wana be my fren?"

Yeah. Can you like, get a Grade A for your English first before talking to me?

three.
"HeY i hEaRd ThE nEwS dAt U wOn a CoNtEsT. cONgRaTz! YoUr ArE lIKe ThE mOsT cOoLeST PerSoN oN eArTh You KnOw. WaNa Be My FrIeNd?"

..just go away. You're blinding my eyes.

If you have read this blog and understand the pain I feel everyday seeing the way you talk to me and if you ever, EVER, do that again in front of my face, I will make sure my twin springs out of your computer screen and strangle your effing face alive.

Okthxbye.

I've been tagged by the awesome Hannah because no one in the world and the right mind would have the same name as muah. (:

[Insert picture here. Because I haven't taken a single picture with you.]

1. The person who tagged you is:
Hannah. :D

2. Your relationship with him/her is:
Partners in crime since primary school.

3. Five impressions you have of him/her:
Great taste in style. Prodigy. Fun to be with. Lovable. Artistic (:

4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you is:
Becoming my friend. Truly.

5. The most memorable words he/she said to you:
"I KNOW YOU LOVE ME!!!!" :D

6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will:
I will drag her to starbucks and make both of us go sugar high.
Like walala-weeeeeeee!

7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be:
How dare you she has no flaws. Lol.

8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will:
Buy her cups of coffee everyday and write "sorry" on her cup of coffee with whipped cream.

9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:
I forgot to buy her coffee. Oops.

10. The most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is:
Go on a shopping spree with her. Oh yes.

11. Your overall impression of him/her is:
She is a great friend who hasn't deleted the fugly picture she had taken of me in her handphone when I told her to ages ago.

12. How do you think other people around you will feel about you?
Temperamental. Because I am.

13. The characteristic that you love most about yourself is:
I am artistically challenged, but I still want to be an artist.

14. The characteristic that you hate most about yourself is:
I am disfunctionally short.

15. The most ideal person you want to be is:
Jessica Alba. Oh yeah.

16. For people who care and like you, say something to them:
Please belanja me when I go Christmas shopping. Pleeeeassse. D:

17. Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.
Wern Pheng. Hsien Ming. (But I doubt you'll ever do because when I slap you with tags you fail to even accomplish one.)

I would tag Hannah back, but:
"TAK BLEH TAG BALIK OKAY?"
Shoot.