All of us are unique. Just like everyone else.

2009-07-01T03:25:00.000-07:00

Two more days until the semester starts. As always, its a heavy feeling but at the same time, I feel like..gosh its about time I start stressing out about studying again. Being at home for 2 months does not do you any good. The only thing worth celebrating about is the that I finally passed my driving's test and I have gone to "Modern Age Man" on typing maniac.

Woo!

I'm not exactly looking forward to the next semester, but I can't wait for what's in store. I hope that it will be a little less controversial and messy as last semester. Plus, no more getting caught. Seriously, enough is enough.

I'm expecting a lot of emotional moments though. I have a strong feeling that I'll get hurt a lot worse next semester. It comes with the territory doesn't it? The more you care for someone the more capable they are of screwing the fuck out of you.

I also expect, they'll be a balance to that. To neutralize things, you know? Ying and Yang. If I'm going to get depressed, I sure as hell have to get my share of awesome moments too.

For some reason, I also feel like I'm going to start having a little less grip on one person and a strong one for the other. I might start losing a friend slowly, but hopefully a new one takes his place...soon. I feel like I'm going to be left alone to fend for myself.

One thing friendship has taught me is that, it is as hard as any other relationship..maybe even harder. When do you draw the line? When do you start expecting and when do you stop doing so?

I hope to god you won't go, but if you do, don't say goodbye. It sounds too final.

I also hope to learn more. Not just study wise (I hope for that too) but about people in general. Not only learn, but to put it to use. Skills I need to develop for the better good later on. That sounded too much like batman.

I FUCKING NEED TO GET MY HUMOUR BACK TOO!!!!

It used to be so simple. I want that. That simplicity. I want to start making fun of things again. Talk about random shit that people hate. WESTLIFE~~!!

Gahh!! Fingers crossed for that.

2009-06-17T07:34:00.000-07:00

I failed my driving's test. Sad shit that one. Although it was expected but still, I FAILED it. Any kind of failure is hard to swallow.

I've never had this much hatred towards a damn hill. Ever.

But that's nothing compared to what might be happening at this end of this year. I have the chance to go to Turkey for the World University Debate Championship. No no, not as a contestant (gahh I wish I was that good) but just as an observer.

No, not sponsored either. My parents will have to fork out a couple of thousands for that. I don't know how it happened. One day I was just listening to my friends talking about it, the next thing I know, I'm going too!!

I'm not getting my hopes up though. Anything could happen in the space of five months plus.

In the world of Sheila, things seems to be going okay.

No complains....yet.

But please do keep in touch, because I'm sure there'll be some later on.

2009-06-08T06:26:00.001-07:00

I can't help it.

I love you.

When A Friendship Ends

2009-05-31T19:50:00.000-07:00

This may be the last thing that i write for long

Can you hear me smiling when i sing this song, for you and only you

As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye

As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye

My foot is out the door, and you can't stop me now

You wanted the best, it wasn't me, will you give it back

Now i'll take the lead, when there's no more room to make it grow

I'll see you again, you'll pretend you're naive, is this what you want

Is this what you need, how you end up let me know.

As I go, remember all the simple things you know,

My mind is just a crutch and I still hope, that you will miss me when I'm gone

This is the last song

The hearts start breaking as the year is gone

The dream's beginning and the time rolls on

It seems so surreal, now I sing it.

Somehow I knew that it would be this way,

Somehow I knew that it would slowly fade.

Now i'm gone, just try and stop me now.

And will you need me now, you'll find a way somehow

You want it too, I want it too.

Listening to this song is like deja-vu everytime. I remembered it being one of the few songs I always listen to, knowing that my friendship with him will never last. It started off fast, and somehow I knew it will end as fast.

But he said I was wrong. For once in my life, I believed someone one else other than myself.

And look where it has gotten me.

It hurts thinking back about the times we had. I did so many things I wouldn't even think of doing. Some of them sweet, some of them, I'm not so proud of. But the only reason it's memorable is because I did it with him.

Somewhere along the line, I let him affect me. I made myself vulnerable. Another thing I never thought I'd do, was being vulnerable. I finally let my guards down, and how I wish to god I've never done that.

How could he do this to me is what I want to know. I have never done anything bad to him. I cared for him. Looked after him. Reminded him of all the uni shit he seems to be unaware of. Backed him up in whatever he wants or plans to do. NEVER judged him.

And yet, this is how he says thank you.

A slap in the face would've been more appropriate.

I was planning to write about all the good times we had, things I should remember him by but I'm even not up to that.

I won't lie, I still care for him. Maybe now, not as much because before the friendship actually ends, I hope I've given up all my care for him.

I'm loyal. Something I was born with I guess. I just need to find the right person to share my loyalty with. I've had this one bad experience, I just hope I don't have to go through it again.

I am through with you.

2009-03-07T08:16:00.000-08:00

I was busy missing my friend today. Thought of calling him, but I know he'd be busy. So I did my Stats homework while listening to Aaron Carter.

Kid you not.

The day went by quite slowly. Feels nice to be home. Had my mother's cooking, which I've been missing since...forever.

Then, around 9.00pm lazed around and watched the All England semifinal. Suddenly got a call from him, asking me where I was.

At home la!

Then, he said he was going to stop by and send me some food. Yep, that was his exact words. I love how this particular friend likes to refer to me as some homeless deprived person.

He stopped by, since he was on his was to some birthday party at William's. He met my dad for the first time. It was awkward of course, but everything went by smoothly.

We then planned to go out tomorrow. For the first time, I actually look forward to this. Because in the end, doesn't matter how fucked up the guy can be at times, he is such a huge part of my life right now and as a friend, I care for him a lot.

Too bad, I didn't really enjoy his trifle. I didn't even know what a trifle was. Geesh. But I'm thankful that he took the trouble to drive all the way to my house just to give me some dessert.

Indeed it was a sweet suprise.

2009-01-31T21:42:00.000-08:00

I once read that there will be a point in your life where you go through this phase called desperation and in turn you start to feel a little bit gay.

Gay as in, not straight.

Without realising it, I've started to develop an unsual attraction towards Hayley Williams- lead singer from Paramore.

I feel like I'm sinning.

I like everything about her. Her style, her voice, her personality her laugh even is so, enviable. Guys don't see her as anything special but how I wish I was just like her. Not, grow up to be like her but to maybe, die and come back as her?

Ah well, just a phase. Atleast thats what I keep telling myself anyway.

So, its Thursday right now and I'm all up and down for KO. Yep, dying. Have to go for weekly training in about 45 minutes.

Fuck, I'm sleepy.

The second semester has been a royal pain in the ass so far. I haven't found my learning groove just yet. I hope it's not lost or something. Everything feels cramped and not in order as compared to last semester where we sometimes had the whole morning to sleep and randomly jet off to Melaka for Starbucks and a movie.

Crazy times.

Anyway, been finding out lots of crazy unexpected facts about people. Here I am, refraining myself from typing the things these kids do and there they are doing crazy shit. I feel a teeny bit left out but at the same time I'm not really interested in whatever it is they find amusing. Sometimes I feel like I'm a bit too old for Uni, seeing as the kids here act like 4 year old at times. Then, there's the whole " Live once, try everything" motto everyone seem to have.

Whatever happened to MY motto "Live once, don't be a stupid fuck."

Oh and another thing, I realised that I've started my swearing phase again. It's not nice, I've counted the number of times I've written fuck in this post and it's a fuckload I tell you. Despite being born a swearing machine again, I'm actually quite humble these days. I'm helping a lot of people, emotionally, and it feels..like a burden at times but quite rewarding.

A rewarding burden.

I'm just wondering, did god really give guys a brain and a penis but only enough blood to run one at a time? Frankly, I think that's a fact. No no, nothing personal..just, it's hard to have a best friend who can be a bloody jerk sometimes.

An advice to all girls, not straight is the way to go ;)

If you're a one track mind person and is quick to judge, no, I am not gay.

2009-01-26T18:04:00.000-08:00

It's 10.00am right now, quite early to be online but it's my only retreat right now.

Ever heard of the saying of "how if you really want something, the whole universe conspires for you to get it." I really didn't want to go for my brass band training thing. It has been a while since I really really didn't want something.

I got what I want, and received something bad, really bad in return.

Yesterday night, received a phone call from my auntie, saying that my uncle Omar is in critical condition. I just visited him that morning, and he was resting and everything was okay. That evening, my parents decided that maybe going back during times like these would not be such a good idea. The doctor wanted family members to be with him at all times.

He could be gone, anytime.

I felt really bad for my cousin, Sal. She's the closest person I have. Her dad is my dad. Just the thought of letting her go through this alone did not feel right at all. Therefore I decided to stay back, and be with her.

This morning, I woke up early to pass on the bus tickets to my friend, tellling her I would not be able to make it to training. In the car, my mom phoned my brother and told him to get ready because we will be going to the hospital. Stopped at a stall, and my dad went in to buy breakfast. Suddenly, he came out looking like someone I do not recognize.

He looked scared.

He got to the car and told us that Uncle Mohan, has just passed away. Uncle Mohan has been a family friend since before I was born. So close to us, that he is basically the extra uncle I know. I grew up with his two sons. The thought of him gone, made me speechless.

I was on the phone with him just yesterday evening, and he sounded fine. He was even making fun of me for having to report for training.

One gone, one more to go?

Please god, let the families be strong. Don't break them down and don't let them lose hope. May Uncle Mohan rest in peace.

2009-01-25T23:59:00.000-08:00

The person with the dirtiest mind I know is...myself. But then, why the heck can't I figure out what the song "If You Seek Amy" is all about. All I know is it has a pretty good beat and sounds better than "Circus." I've tried to think about the dirtiest of things but it doesn't make sense!!

Maybe I am changing into a more civilised human being.

I haven't started packing yet. Have a bus to catch at 9 am tomorrow. I've been hearing lots of really bad stories about this intensive training thing.
Go to bed at 1am
Wake up at 4am
Running with your instruments (mine would be that effing trombone)
Doing monkey bars with your instruments
Glide with the tarzan ropes with your instruments

Maybe PLAYING the instruments is included in the schedule somewhere, I'm not sure.

I better get a high pointer this semester. An A+ atleast for this band shit.

On to a more lighter note, my friend Nad just called. She's not aware that I'm going back to campus tomorrow so she has all this "Girls Day Out" thing planned for tomorrow. I've decided to..not tell her, yet. Let her plan everything, THEN I'll tell her.

Shut up! I'm in pain here.

I'm also going to be missing out on my other friend's birthday party tomorrow. Which is effed up la. The dude punye birthday dah la on the 21st of January but he has parties till 5 days after. Lucky bitch! I could've had free dinner at Chilli's and a free err Coke? at Quatrro Club.

Yes, my best friend is the TOTAL opposite of me. Till this day I wonder how the hell we ended up being such close friends. We count on each other, remind each other of things to do, ARGUE most of the time and end up agreeing on different things.

He does things that I don't do, but we both like Dashboard Confessionals!!

Then, there's my other friend, a girl who I have known for 6 years but to this day, it's so hard to have a flowing conversation with her.

Life is a piece of cake..on crap.

2009-01-24T05:50:00.000-08:00

Hello...

Thats the best intro I could come up with right now, I'm sorry.

So, mid sem break right now. Fuck. Yes, I said fuck. I knew there was going to be some havoc done by the most insignificant thing on campus.

My lovely Brass Band decided to put us through some intensive training shit during this sem break. I have to report back on campus next Tuesday morning, while the rest of them have the week off.

Shit la!!!

As if second sem hasn't been as bad as it already is. Lecturers are fine. Ok, maybe I'm lying. There's one I really don't like, because she bloody scrares me. The fact that she teaches Statistics just makes it 10 times worse.

Then there's Mr L, who teaches Management Studies. Well, atleast he tries to, since I don't freakin understand what he teaches.

Then, there Accounting 150 that I don't understand.

Same goes for Microecomics.

I always get this nauseating feeling that I'm going to do so bad this sem. I have no drive, seriously. Everything keeps piling up. Plus, this brass band thing isn't helping either. I thought atleast, I could get a week off from all the stress but goodbye to that now.

I've even lost my sense of good humour.

Blame uni.

Blame life, why don't I.

2008-10-17T06:29:00.000-07:00

Its October now.

Hahahahahahaha..blogging now feels so stupid. But I'll do it anyway since..its the kind of thing I do.

Stupid things.

So, lectures are almost done. This semester is almost done. Finals is starting in about more than a week. So far, everythings going okay. Not great, since I don't know if my carry marks will be up to par with what I've hoped and I don't know whether joining the Brass Band is a good idea since I've realised I have no musical bone in my body.

And the bloody freakin theory test is tomorrow and I'm not sure what a drum major is. Shut up Yorsh, it is NOT a big drum.

Anyway, this semester has been tres interesting. Started off a bit slow and boring then it got fast and..not so boring. Found mates to hang out and have a good laugh with.

Broke some rules. *insertgaspiconhere*

Which is of course, so unlike me.

But anyway, its campus life, you're supposed to get caught doing stupid stuff. Right? Well, I don't exactly think so since there's no way I'm walking out of class if it feels boring anymore OR come back to campus at 10:45pm.

Thats about it for now.

Gonna go and study.

Or try atleast.

2008-07-26T21:42:00.000-07:00

I have to be honest. I like it better when it’s the weekends. Not because there’s no lectures but, wait, maybe that’s it a little bit but the main reason is because there’s not many people on weekends. Most of them are probably at home and more than half of them are terrorizing Segamat town.

I’m not a big fan of Segamat town because there’s so many goldsmith shops there that it gets kinda annoying.

So, the place here is stupidly huge. I don’t mind the size but it’s not cool when you meet a new person today and would probably bump into the same person again a month later. It’s hard to see the same person twice.

Unless they’re your classmates then you’ll get to see them almost every day and that too is kinda annoying.

I don’t seem to be in a good mood today.

Fine, the real reason why I’m so unsettled is because I have finally felt the agony of using hotspot. Trust me, who ever came up with that term should be repeatedly slapped. Nothing about ‘hotspot’ is hot.

Slow, would be an understatement. But I guess this is what I have to live with it since its only 80 bucks per semester. And I have been trying to download Mozilla since this morning (its 7pm now) but it keeps bloody resetting the connection.

AND THEY BLOCKED ALL P2P PROGRAMS!!!!!!!

Seriously, I feel like stealing a pacifier from a baby and throw it to the sewer. Right after I punched him in the face.

Gahh!!

Anyway, I bloody screwed up my maths quiz. I know, I know. I’ve failed so many Add Maths tests before I should be used to it now. But it was so damn easy, that’s the problem. I guess this is what I get for underestimating the paper.

Other than that, I’m starting to dislike a lot of people which is SO unlike me. I used to be like “Oh she’s such a whore…oh well.” Now its like “SHE’S SUCH A WHORE, A BLOODY BLOODY WHORE, NOTHING WHOR-ER THEN SHE, SHE MIGHT AS WELL PACK UP AND MOVE TO WHOREVILLE.”

Get what I mean?

Is it the stress? Maybe. I don’t feel all that stressed out although there are a lot of work to be done. I was a lot more stressed during pre-SPM. But I don’t understand how I managed to install a short fuse in myself. Why am I using computer terms?

I need a day off. Maybe a week off. A holiday would be nice.

Don’t get me wrong though, not everything here is a load of bullcrapmuffins. The thing I enjoy most here is hanging out with my wing mates. We’ll talk about the most ridiculous things and actually find them amusing.

The banjo burgers makes me happy too.

Life, can't live without it.

Wifi = Food

2008-07-11T01:28:00.000-07:00

Oh Em Gee, I'm blogging in Uni. Feels kinda awkward but hey, its natural. Hopefully this blog stays anonymous and no one here reads it because that'll just blow my cover.

In Uni, I am refered to as the demure geek who smiles for no reason.

Anyway, I got transfered to Segamat instead because some mofo in JB agreed to let 300 kids sign up for the this semester when they only have room for 100 or so kids. I was starting to like JB. The seniors were nice and one of them looks a lot like Lee Ryan. I mean, who would want to leave THAT and go someplace else? I didn't, but I had to. For my studies sake, I had to leave Lee Ryan. I was so pumped to start terrorising JB city but now I'm in Segamat...forest.

Hey, atleast they have wifi and thats all I need right now.

Segamat has been okay so far. First week of lectures were kinda dull since we haven't really started studying but that doesn't mean I haven't learned anything. I learned that waking up at 6.00am is quite easy if you put your mind to it. The hardest part is bathing at 6.00am. No matter how prepared my mind is, my body always says no. Its annoying when your body won't listen to you. So I force myself to hit the showers and everytime cold water hits my body there's a reflex reaction that goes something like "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!"

I may have "fucked" too loud one time because suddenly the whole bathroom went eerie.

Upon reading the previous line again, I may have made myself sound a bit like a creep.

On to more important news. Hot guys aren't exactly aplenty. They have 9 colleges here and 7 of them are for girls. So you do the math. I'm not saying thats a bad thing though. Just because hot guys aren't aplenty, that doesn't mean there's no hot guys.

Aha!

I have one in my group (which means he's in all my classes) who is damn well attractive. I'm not too keen on writing about him here because the guy's pretty high tech and looks like the type who blogs and could easily read mine and never talk to me again seeing as I have a slight crush on him. So I better not. The thing is, he's easy on the eyes and all but I sort of despise him.

Weird.

Maybe not so weird since he's a bit arrogant and that is such a turn off. Seriously, I liked him for two days and got over him two days later. I wanted to bash about him in here but that would just make me look obsessed..even though I'm not..I think. Ahh screw it. I'm hoping to get a different class next semester because if I keep pissing off like this I may just fail every paper. He keeps bothering me, even though he's not doing anything.

Get what I mean?

Lets just leave it at that. I've discovered "Milo Ais Tabur" here. Its iced Milo with Milo powder on top. Looks messy and pathetic but...also kinda cool. I've also learned that I can't sleep on the upper side of the double decker bed because every morning my pillows and blanket ends up on the floor, leaving me freezing and half dead. Thank god, I, myself, have never ended up on the floor...yet.

Other than that, this blogging in campus thing is starting to feel addictive. I may have to go now before it gets worse. So, au revoir for now.

2008-06-24T05:15:00.000-07:00

How awesome is this?

For the past two days I have managed to earn myself 400 bucks, by just being..there. Ok fine, its "pity" money. The fact that I'm going to Johor to continue my studies has somehow struck a chord in some of my aquaintance.

Gahh thats not nice. Granny's not an aquaintance.

But still its awesome and its not even Raya yet. I have 400 bucks to burn. Haha..shopping anyone? Although, I'm not up to shopping this week since I'm leaving on Friday but I haven't even started buying things to pack. Why do I get the feeling that my future would be down to last minute packing?

Because I know it would be down to last minute packing.

Other things that I know is that overpacking is unavoidable. Sue me for wanting to be prepared. I hate it when I spend half an hour rummaging through my big bag only to find out that I left my electric kettle and gummy bears at home because I thought that I wouldnt need it. But then again, if I overpack I'd get laughed at. The last time I was in charge of packing was during my National Service stint. Everyone kept teasing me about my ginormous bag of stuff that could easily entertain a second world country.

Then again, my big bag got me noticed and got me lots of friends at camp. I owe it to my big bag for getting me the undivided attention from teachers and Kelantanese boys.

Anyway, we shall see.

At camp, during dinner.
Friend : *refering to state pride* If kids from Kelantan hate kids from Perak and vice versa, who does the Selangor kids hate?
Me : Selangor kids hate each other.

2008-06-19T04:20:00.000-07:00

Got a call from UIA yesterday stating that I've been accepted to do Foundation in Law. At first I was like "Oooooh UIA...." then I was like "Law??!!".

After that, I was like "Nyeh."

I've already prepped myself to do Accounting in Johor. Suddenly offers like these come along and create havoc. Thing is, at first I was expecting a lot of offers from unis/colleges. But then, nothing came along. So I was hoping to atleast just get one. Then one came, and I jumped at the opportunity. I was excited and thankful. Later after that, five others came.

Now I'm just confused and a tad bit annoyed.

I'm still grateful of course. I'm not spoiled.. much. But then, it messes up my mind. I can't even sleep at night. Well, thats not exactly true but education/future/unis/colleges have been the last things on my mind before I actually sleep.

It used to be Chris Evans/cheesy wedges/iphone/the guy who got molested by a horse and died.

Anyway, I've made up my mind now. It was a hard choice to make. But I do still get paranoid sometimes. What if I start failing Accounting? What if I can't get along with my campus mates? What if Johor doesn't have slurpees?

Doesn't matter though. I always believe that everything happens for a reason. Any mistakes or failures can be mended.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle--James Russell Lowell

2008-06-15T08:25:00.000-07:00

Po: Legend tells of a legendary warrior whose kung fu skills were the stuff of legend
--Kung Fu Panda (2008)

I just came back from watching Kung Fu Panda. Never planned it really. I thought of watching 'The Happening' but my brother insists on watching this. I never really complained since the only reason I went to the cinema was for the caramel popcorn.

The caramel popcorn did not dissapoint.

So did Kung Fu Panda. It was heck funny. Cheesy and cliche is all part of the package. Its an animated film for god sakes. You don't expect it to be as intricate as Napoleon Dynamite now would you.

Either way, I recommend it. You may not be the friendliest animated film viewer, but you'll surely enjoy this one.

On to more pressing matters. I'm quite confused with UiTM's way of settling bills and what nots. Why can't you just go to the counter and pay? Also found out that my campus only has 200 students compared to the campus in Shah Alam which has a few thousand students.

Awwww we're going to be like one small happy family. [/sarcasm]

I'm hoping to do well here. Then maybe I'll get to go somewhere else to continue my degree. Nothing against Johor, but it just ain't PJ, ya know. [/spoiled brat]

Oooh I saw Hellboy today. Some insane white guy decided to have rice with gallons of curry and no water/drink to wash it down. I turned around to leave and saw him breathing really hard and swallowing food forcefully. He looked so red that he was almost blue. Nahh he was not choking.

I think.

Since we're on the topic of food, have you ever bought something you don't feel like eating just because the guy behind the counter is utterly hot?

Heh..guilty.

Day before yesterday, I was wandering around KLCC's food court, undecided on what to eat. It was 11:30am and I haven't had breakfast. I thought of getting the supersized Big Mac just to see how big it really is but then thought better of it. So I started walking around and stopped right in front of this stall selling waffles and drinks. First thing that came to mind when I saw the honey glazed waffles with ice cream on top was "Euggh, I'm gonna throw up so bad that I might have to braid my intestines to stop the Vomitgra Falls." Waffles are a no-no when you're on an empty stomach. Then suddenly...

BILF : Good morning miss. What can I get you? *perfect 10 smile*
Me : *looks up. astounded. has hormonal thoughts running through head* I'd like to have you with ice cream on top. *clears throat* Uhmm..I'd like your waffles with two scoops of ice cream. TWO SCOOPS?! ARE YOU CRAZY!! Errr make it one scoop. Did I just say YOUR waffles??!!
BILF : *smiles again* That'll be 5.20
Me : Holy fruitcake. 5.20 for bloody waffles???!!! Here you go. *hands in 10 dollar note. imagining dad giving lecture about the value of a dollar and arguing with him about the fact that the guy was worth the 5.20. has thoughts of getting chased out of the house.*
BILF : Thank you. *adoringly smiles again*
Me : *starts having suicidal thoughts*

*BILF= Barista's I'd Like T-....this is too nasty for me to even type.

So I got the damn waffles. Felt like crap after that. Seriously, attractive people are powerful.

2008-06-14T03:18:00.000-07:00

I've just watched the "Twilight" trailer earlier.

Ignoring the inaccurate bits of the movie, (the fact that Edward flies instead of running real fast) I am excited. First off, when Robert Pattinson was chosen to play Edward, all hell broke loose. No one was quite happy with the choice. Firstly because, Rob Pattinson is this guy.

There goes every fan girl fantasy

Despite the hate, I was still optimistic. Maybe he's a really really good actor. Besides, this guy played Cedric Diggory [Harry Potter and The Goblet Of fire]. I remembered when the movie first came out, no one and I do mean NO ONE gave a goose about Harry. All they talked about was about the guy that played Cedric. How hot he was. How it was a shame he had to die. How stupid can he be for getting lost in that stupid maze, why, can't he just make a compass appear with his stupid wand and get the whole shindig over with.

All I'm saying is, the guy CAN be hot.

Anyway, yes, all this does sound a bit shallow. But blame the bloody Twilight book. The author said Edward is the most beautiful looking vampire, porcelain skin, deep eyes, soft hair, perfect lips, well sculpted jaw yada yada yada. Its her fault we have all this expectations and no one can blame us for expecting our expectations to be met.

Yeah...I don't quite get the last sentence either.

The freaky thing is, to me, Rob Pattinson looks like an Edward. Its a wonder what make up can do to you.

Although, yes, some fans are still complaining. The thing is, nothing beats our imagination. The whole movie would look a million times better in our head. There's nothing these people can do to wholly satisfy us. For now, I'm happy with how things look so far. Can't wait for it to premiere at the end of this year.

2008-06-12T04:41:00.000-07:00

I've always thought that choosing the right course would be the only annoying part in setting up a foundation for your future.

Clearly, I was dead wrong.

About a few weeks ago, I've made up my mind that I wanted to do Accounting. STPM was totally out of the question. I have no confidence in it and just the thought of going back to school is uninspiring enough as it is.

Therefore the next (cheaper) option would be pursuing a diploma in UiTM. Tough luck, I was not chosen. Then I half heartedly filled in my "e-rayuan" not hoping for anything.

Later, my dad wanted me to do CAT at Sunway University College. A bit pricey, but its a professional course and is recognized worldwide. The catch would be, you have to be really really good in order to finish your ACCA in 2 years time or else you'll be stuck for god knows how long. The more times you fail, the more you have to pay. In pounds, mind you.

So, I thought, what the heck, I'll just mug my ass off.

Then suddenly I received an offer letter last week from Tenaga Nasional University to do Foundation in Accounting. Everyone thought this was a great opportunity. Tenaga Nasional is one of the biggest company in Malaysia. The accounting degree in this university is recognized by the MIA. Do well enough, they'll give you a job right after you graduate at the company. All sounds great and dandy, until I found out that the university's foundation course is only recognized at that university and nowhere else. Meaning you can't pursue your degree elsewhere. This sucks because UNITEN is in Pahang. Like in the depth of Pahang. If I were to study there, I would have to spend 5 years in Pahang.

No effing way.

So I told my dad about this and he said I won't have any other choice then to do my CAT at Sunway. We were back to square one. Then, just last night I had a dream that I was going nowhere with my CAT exams. I was failing like mad. I was scared shitless. I got up and was like "I don't think I would be able to do CAT." Then I quickly logged on my computer to check the status of my "e-rayuan." I have no idea how, but I managed to get a place at UiTM's Larkin Campus in Johor Bahru for Diploma in Accounting. I guess I was a tad bit relieved.

Now, we'll just see what happens.

Although, the only thing thats bothering me is if I were to be away for a couple of months without any internet connection, would my email be terminated? Hmm...

Isn't it sad that youths these days care more about about their Facebook rather then where they would be in 10 years time.

Anywho, if I am going to Johor, then I would most probably miss the Olympics.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
I WAITED FOUR YEARS FOR THE DAMN OLYMPICS!!!!!

I would also miss Jared Leto hosting the MTV Asia Awards in Genting.

FUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
I WAIT--err I never really waited but ITS FREAKIN JARED LETO!!!!!!!!

Ahh well, education is important. Jared Leto is equally important too but I'll secretly stalk him right after I finish this whole thingamajigg.

Oh oh and one more thing. To all you three and a half readers out there, please please do NOT listen to "The Cab." Its a band not a...car. But anyway, yes, stay away from them. They're mine. I don't want them to be famous because then they'll turn out to be like Panic! At The Disco.

Ooh, I'm sorry, its Panic At The Disco..without the "!". My bad, boys.

I know, its selfish and a tad stupid (since I've already told you the name of the band and you're itching to google them) but they're so good and so unknown at this part of the world. It would be devastating having 13 years olds humming to "One of THOSE Nights." Such a good song that one.

A reminder for the kids out there, leave this band alone and I shall refrain from stabbing Joe Jonas and Miley Cyrus.

So err...do they have wireless in Johor?

2008-05-23T00:26:00.000-07:00

The reason I did not update last week was because of all the Thomas/Uber cup action on tv. As for the 5029 weeks before that, well, there are some things in life that can't be answered. But I am here now, filling you in on the latest.

First off, I haven't registered to any colleges or local varsities as of yet. Worse comes to worse, I might just go to some college and do Accounting.

Accounting? What the hell? I thought you hate math.

Well I do, but something happened. I woke up one day, undecided, then I woke up the next day, I wanted to do Accounting. Call me crazy, but its weird because I felt like I have thought this through even though I haven't. You get what I mean?

Anyway, went out to KLCC with Nadrah yesterday. My dad's birthday is coming up and I had no idea what to get him. What does a 48 year old man, who likes to make fun of his daughter and has a soft spot for Engelbert Humperdick likes?

A book, thats what I thought.

Asked mom and she said maybe perfumes would be good. I had to stifle my laughter because I have this silly perception that perfume as presents is a subtle way of saying you stink. When she said perfumes I instantly thought of The Body Shop. It doesn't burn your pockets that much and it smells nice. But nooooo, apparently dad wears Polo Sports and nothing below that. Let me tell you, I wear clothes from the thrift shop, buy three get one free sort of thing. My dad on the other hand, has a collection of Hush Puppies underwear.

I guess I shouldn't argue, its his money. Once I'm old enough, I'll have my own Hush Puppies underwear collection and would most definitely show it off for my kids to get jealous.

Anyway, when we got there they had this huge promotion thingy for Hugo Boss latest fragrance. One of the girls wearing blue, introduced herself as Amy literally dragged me to the booth and started promoting. She was talking real fast and was very convincing. I don't usually like being told what to buy but she was likeable. So I bought the damn Hugo Boss perfume and my pockets have never been lighter.

But for dad's sake, and the fact that he has to go through all that pain of being reminded how old he's getting, I don't mind one bit.

After that, we watched Indiana Jones and The Silver Skull....I think.Why does that sound so much like the previous Fantactic Four title? I forgot the complete title but it was Indiana Jones. It was suprisingly entertaining. Harrison Ford is still smexy and you could actually believe him winning a fight against a Russian comrad. Shia Labaeoiouf (I put all the vowels in just in case) is funny as always. But despite all that, the best part was the caramel popcorn. I love cinema popcorns. Yum..

That is all for now. Quite short for my standard but my standard has been deteriorating recently. Hopefully, I'll come back in full force.

2008-03-31T22:00:00.000-07:00

This past two days, I have been trying to spend the time I have doing something that will benefit myself and the people reading this blog. I decided to watch some movies. Movies that I have missed because I was too busy studying or was too damned to bother.

I managed to catch a few. I picked movies based on well, nothing really. Just anything that pops in my head at that moment. Now I'm going to review each movie so that I'd have something to write here and you'd have something to read about.

The Chumscrubber

Jamie Bell. Jamie was the sole reason why I wanted to watch this movie. It turned out to be okay. The movie isn't something that I'm familiar with. The genre [dark, black comedy] was something different. I'm not going to write a synopsis of the movie because whats the point of imdb then. Overall, its a good movie. Enjoyable, for me atleast. Simple storyline but has deep intermissions along the way. [6/10]

The Simpsons Movie

The Simpsons will always be my favourite cartoon, even 5 or 10 years from now. This movie just seals the deal. Its freakin funny. It has my type of humour in it. Stupid and random. Maybe thats why I can relate and understand it so well. A must watch, even if you hate cartoons. [9/10]

Unaccompanied Minors

This movie had a really bad rating. Why? Because it was rated by 40 year old virgins.
Critics aside, the movie is not the best christmas hit out there. I don't recommend people between the age of well, if you'd hit puberty then you should probably avoid this. But if you're like me and sometimes enjoy easy-on-the-brain humour, then go ahead. The actors are pretty good. Storyline's a bit dry but you can't expect much from a movie who's target audience are 7 year olds. I thought it was okay. [5/10]

She's All That

I'm a chick, sue me. I couldn't resist not watching this movie. Then I kinda regretted it because for a romantic comedy, it was pretty crap. I didn't have any expectation for this movie and it still came out short.No humour, no chemistry, no respectable cheesy moments, everything was just bland. It didn't help that all the actor/actresses looked awkward in the movie. Paul Walker's "kayu" acting didnt help either. Ahh well. The only thing I liked was the ending and I don't mean it in a bad way either. The ending was funny and I laughed. A bit. [3/10]

Billy Elliot

This movie has become one of my all time favourites. I know its old and has probably been aired on tv a thousand times but god knows how I still manage to miss it. I finally managed to watch it and was mesmerised, seriously. Whoever picked the soundtrack and music played throughout the movie is a genius. Everything was just perfect. The parts thats supposed to make you sad made me almost want to cry and the funny parts made me laugh. Then there were the weird parts, maybe not weird but just something out of the blue which caught me by suprised. Even the suprise was likeable. All in all, great movie, great acting of course who can forget that. The only thing bothering me was the accent. It sounded way English. Ahaha thats funny

But you get my point. [10/10]

Superbad

Oh jeez, Superbad was supergood. Ok fine, thats superlame. But seriously, this movie has become a cult favourite, everyone seems to like it, even the bloody critics, so I thought okay, I might really hate the movie. Usually my taste differ from the critics. I was suprised. The movie, despite the overused geek theme, is hilarious. The actors are good because you actually believe that they talk like that. Some lines even felt like it was impromtu. Nothing felt scripted. This movie, in my opinion is way better than American Pie. I loved it, from the start till the end. [10/10]

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind

Looking for a non cheesy, actually makes you think, touching, sad and happy love story? Well look no more. I just finished watching this movie and its still got me thinking. Its cleverly done. A little slow and confusing at first, but as you get into it it'll blow your mind. Well, it blew my mind and usually love stories don't do that...to my mind. This is one intelligent movie. As you watch it again and again you'll start seeing it differently and everytime you do that you'll like it even more. [9/10]

That is all for today. I actually wanted to write more about my thoughts on Jamie Bell being the greatest young actor this millenium and about my thoughts on movie/album review but my butt's kinda sore from all the movie watching and err blog typing so..maybe next time.

2008-03-29T05:28:00.000-07:00

Today was spent doing pointless things. How pointless you might ask. Well, so pointless that I purposely picked a fight with a JB (Jonas Brothers) fan. I don't know how old she is but she's heck annoying.

9 years old is my best bet.

According to her the song "Year 3000" is JB's song. Usually I would just grab a cookie, close the page and go read a book or something. Instead I disagreed with her and said that it was Busted's song. They wrote it and its theirs. JB obviously ripped it from them.

The original "Year 3000" makers

She got sooooo pissed off!!

So this went on back and forth. I won, obviously. She was all like "Whatever. I like JB's version better." Then I decided to wander off to Youtube and stumbled upon another one of JB's videos and this one for the song "What I Go To School For."

ANOTHER BUSTED SONG!!!

JB changed the lyrics so that it was more pre-teen friendly. Instead of having the hots for a teacher they turned that song and made it into a pathetic soppy pre-pubescent love sick "omgthisgirlfromseniorclassissolikehot"...song.

Just imagine, I grew up listening to Busted. They are not a good band to begin with but you have to admit, their songs are quite catchy. They were British, so they weren't on MTV all the time. I was 12 and Busted got me laughing at their humour. 6 years later, JB showed up and practically sang the same thing and got famous for it. What cheeses me off is that JB never even once aknowledge the fact that some of their songs are taken from another band's because if they did their ignorant fans would not waste their time arguing with me.

Err..what I meant was I would not waste my time arguing with them.

Cheese crackers, they're not even good looking to begin with:

The most atrociously famous brothers at the moment and they're not even hot. How am I supposed to fantasize? Especially the one with the most hair on his head. Its obvious that he lacks hair at certain parts of his anatomy. So big bushy hair on the head is an ego booster.

...........

I'm sorry. That was pointless, I know.

2008-03-25T06:16:00.000-07:00

I decided to add some colour to my blog.

Hmm I may have gone a little overboard.

Sorry.

Or maybe not.

2008-03-25T02:36:00.000-07:00

Fuck it.

Why is everyone losing so much weight??!! Is there some sort of weight lost machine that I am not aware of???!! Like "To Lose 100 Pounds in 10 Seconds." Use a bomb and blow yourself up, goodluck.

Seriously. Every person I know, who just came back from National Service looks either bald or bloody thin. This family friend of mine lost 16kgs during his NS stint in Sarawak. I accused him of missing his mommy. He didn't say much. Well why should he?? He looks like a stud. Studs don't talk. They just look at you and make you feel like you haven't lost any weight.

My point is, don't they get fed as much as we do during NS? Fine, for anyone who's curious we have 6 meal times in a day. Yes, 6. For me its like 2 or 3 because 6 is just...over the top. Like any other trainees we complain about the food. The taste, the texture and the fact that there's too much of it in a day. We dubbed PLKN as "Pelatih Lantak Untuk Negara" because all we seem to be doing is stuffing ourselves with food.

Now, what was I ranting about again??!!

Food, lots of it, people losing weight, 6 meals, stud, fuck

Other than weight loss, everyone I know seems to be driving. I was walking aimlessly and saw my 18 year old neighbour driving a Kelisa. She smiled and we chatted for a bit.

Me : Where are you going?
She : Petronas
Me : Oh, I'm going to Petronas too.

We're going to the same place...differently.

She : Loser can't drive.
Me : Show off.

Those in italic were probably what we would've said if either one of us had special mind reading powers.

Am I the only one who's not excited about driving? Whats so cool about it? You're a highway short from a car crash. You're driving on MALAYSIAN road with MALAYSIAN drivers. Drowning yourself would be less painful. Yes, I'm such a pessimist. I look at a glass half filled with water as "There could be ecstacy in it." So, driving is not in my "To give a flying cheese about" list. But mom wants me to go for driving classes. So..can't say no to mom.

Speaking of mom, I remembered the day she went to visit my camp for some sort of family day. She brought literally a bucket of meatball spaghetti and passed it around for my other friends to have a taste. They weren't allowed to just taste, they had to eat a whole plate. I saw one of them trying to wash it down with chocolate milk. She spent quite a while in the toilet that day. Then I told my mom that some of these kids haven't tasted spaghetti in their life and my mom just...laughed.

I know, thats not very nice of her.

Other than that, family members have been pushing me to take up Accountacy stating that we lack accountants in Malaysia. So what? They think I, Sheila, the math nazi with no basics in accounting and has dreams to date a vampire could solve that problem? Accountacy is soooo not my forte. Neither is driving but hell, if they keep pushing I might just take it because I have no idea what I want to do.

Other than that, I was browsing through my documents earlier and stumbled upon this half assed essay of mine. It was written during the inter-class debate last year. We had a pretty playful topic, nothing serious or..important. Despite all the crap I wrote, I think we won that round.

_________________

"Day Is Better Than Night" [goverment]

Firstly, there's a lot of things you can do during the day. You can go fishing at the nearby lake while doing your Add Maths homework using a solar powered calculator. Try doing this at night. Fishing at the nearby lake at 11pm. Are you kidding me? Doing your Add Maths homework in the dark? Seriously? And please,don't get me started on the solar powered calculator. Teenagers aside, what about the kids? What if there's this kid who wants to ride a bike? At the park, and buy a strawberry ice cream from the ice cream man. Do you think his parents would let him out at 10pm? Riding a bike at night is dangerous for kids. Riding a bike at night at the park is even more dangerous. Ice cream man selling ice creams at night is just creepy.

See how simple activities are impossible to do at night. What about the way around? What do people normally do at night? Lets see...they sleep. Can we do this in the day? Lets see...yeah, I think we can. Therefore, its proven that life is well spent when the day is bright and the sun is up.

On to my second point. Have you ever noticed that when you replace the word day to night, it can make a sentence sound very different to what it really means. It makes it sound very..suggestive. For example. A teacher comes up to you and he says "I want you in my office, today." But what if the teacher says " I want you in my office, tonight." Suddenly, you start thinking twice before going to his office. Okay fine, maybe thats a little far fetched. But do you get what I'm trying to say here. People naturally associate negativity when it comes to night. "Don't go out at night." "Don't stay up late at night." We have all this rules that we need to follow, as soon as night comes which is not fun at all.

But what if we change night to day. "Mom I'm going to spend the day at Jon's house." Mom would normally reply "Okay. Come home early." Instead of "Mom, I'm going to spend the NIGHT at Jon's house" and Mom would instantly reply "Don't try to be funny, young lady." See how mom reacted? Without even making sure, she already assumes its going to be something bad. Aside from that, what goes through your mind when I say "One Day Stand." Doesn't it sound like a peaceful demonstration of people's right to..stand? Compared to One Night Stand which has a completely different meaning that I shall not dwell about here. You see, people have this feeling of peace and comfort when something has to be done in the day. But if it was at night, they get paranoid and terrified. An occurence that is unexplainable but enhances the statement of the day being worthier than night.

Lastly, I would like to confess something that has been nagging me for quite some time. It has come to a point where I think majority of the people would agree with me on this one. I put up a poll online just to make sure. 95 percent of the people that voted agreed with me. The other 5 percent were probably 6 year olds. But that aside, let me tell you that after years of thinking this through, I personally think, that "Baywatch wouldn't be half as interesting if it was filmed during the night."

___________________

Seriously, can't believe we won that one.

2008-03-17T06:37:00.000-07:00

I've Been Nationally Serviced

Gahh hahahaha that sounds so wrong!!

But yeah, just came back from National Service about a week ago. The second batch will be leaving tomorrow and here I am missing the anticipation I felt the day I had to leave for camp.

I won't go into details about everything, but one things for sure NS is one experience I shall never forget. It wasn't a bed of roses but it wasn't a settee' of thorns either. Bittersweet with a tinge of lemon and a bucket of cheesy wedges would come close as an expression about the whole experience.

Frankly, I hated it at first. Who wouldnt? Didn't know anyone. Wasn't interested in knowing anyone. Teachers were..well, teachers. We hate them for no reason. Just the thought of spending an entire 2 months there felt like fresh hell. I hated the dorm, the walkways, the eating hall, the bloody man made pond and those damn ducks.

But just as I got to know people, been to classes, did several activities all the fun started to kick in. I was tired but I told myself that 359 others are tired too and that instantly made me feel a lot better. I met a lot of interesting people. Some of them nice, weird and a couple of fries short of a happy meal.

Had crushes too and I think that made it a whole lot more interesting. We were like kids in a mall with no parents and lots of candies. Hyper would be an understatement.

Downside though, there were a lot of fights. Between races between states. Huge egos were a huge problem. Guys who think they're all that. Guys who think they know everything. So I decided to give one of them a piece of my mind. I didn't say anything much but I gave him a brief intro on gay sex and the fact that I found it strangely beautiful. Scared the living shit out of him.

Ahh good times.

But at the end of the day, everything turned out good. Those guys were crying buckets. Everyone didn't want to leave. It was sad, but it had to happen. I will cherish NS, thats for sure.

Ok ok, I know you guys must be wondering "Where's the laughing at Sheila parts?" Since I'm nice, I'll give you a story to laugh about.

[A story to laugh about]

So there's this boy. His name is Danny. We met during Character Building class Module 2. He was in the same group as I was and we sort of became friends. He's really friendly, really nice, witty, sarcastic and well okay, the guy's hot. After CB class ended, I saw him less and less. We rarely talked but when we do its just...magic. So anyway, towards the end we started seeing a lot of each other.

One night, right after some night speech he came up to me and was like 'Can I have your number?"

Oh goody, he's making a move on me.

Then like, the night before we were leaving he was like "Can I have a picture with you? For memories."

Ok, the guy is seriously in love with me. [These are the times where I need my bff's to slap me across the face and tell me to SNAP OUT OF IT!!]

Then the next morning when all of us Selangor-ians were about to board our buses, we talked a bit more. He's from Perak so his bus was due to leave a little later. So, we chose a spot and thats when he told me how he felt.

"Sheila, I really really think of you as my sister."

......................

2007-12-08T20:59:00.000-08:00

Gahh feels so weird to blog again. I've decided to drop by for a few days, write some read some. Must be wondering why I decided to come back.

Oh no reason.

Suddenly stumbled upon this pathetic page. The old Peter Petrelli looks like a grumpy woman.
Had the sudden urge to write something.

Not that I can keep this on for long though, because I shall be off to National Service. They should really change the term "national service" because it sounds so much like prosti-..

Anyway, hope it doesn't rain today because I have a concert to attend. I feel kinda weird though. I don't feel as excited as I was when I first attended the SP concert. Now, its more like "Ok..lets get this over and done with so I can come back and start filling up my NS forms."

Maybe its because Gerard isn't that good live. Ok fine, after a few videos I've seen he's pretty bad live. Its going to suck big time if he starts panting and losing his voice and gets agitated, starts kicking the speakers and swearing his life out.

Oh well, its the My Chemical Romance experience not the Gerard Way experience. Why does everything I say today sounds so...bleep worthy??

So, I was watching Westlife videos the other day...

Nahh, I won't get started on that again.

2007-05-28T00:55:00.000-07:00

They cancelled the Manchester United match.

*sniffs*

*wipes tear*

*grabs the chopper*

*aims at the wrist*

[wait, wait I need to write a note]

Dear mom and dad
Its me, Sheila
Your ever loving, money spending, starbucks healing, MU loving
Daughter
Yes, I don't like beef
But thats not the point
I am broken
Deeply broken
Like 'crack-cannot-cellotape' broken
Major damage
To my cartilage
I think I'm going to die
Because I ate grandma's pie
Now I feel like shit
Cause I'm full of wit
Well not exactly but
I feel the need to cut
MU's not coming
And I feel like swimming
I blame the organizers
But plants need fertilizers
So I shall blame no one
Except me, you and everyone
Wait, I just blamed everyone
When I wanted to blame no one
I shall end my note now
Since I just ate a cow
I thought I hated beef
I guess life is full of "what if"
So, goodbye
5.132 is not the value of pi
Seriously, I'm going now
But I need to stop the rhyming...now
So stop
Drop
Put you hands the in the air
MOVE YOU BODY LIKE YOU JUST DON'T CARE

WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

^&*%%*&$#$#$@$^^*(&*%$@##%&*(*)(&(*%^#@$^*(^$#&^

Disclaimer : I apologise for the lack of substance in my latest post but my creative juices were overflowing and I'm stressed so this is [unfortunately] my way to let the juices flow and distress.

2007-05-20T00:51:00.000-07:00

Mid year is finally over.

Well, not exactly since the last paper is Add Maths 1 and its on Monday.

But its over to me. I shall breathe and rant again. This time about...hm I can't believe two of my favourite artist suck live. Maroon 5 and Avril Lavigne shall go down in history as :

"Artist That Makes Good Songs But Has The Tendency To Make Them Sound Like A Pin Is Being Pierced Through Your Ears Live."

Hurts I tell you. It doesn't make sense because I love their music, their songs but when its sung live I keep asking myself why do I even listen to the songs in the first place. When singing, Adam sounds like he's wearing extra tight thongs and Avril sounds like she's just lost her inhaler.

Even Joel sounds so much better live.

So anyway, I managed to persuade my dad to take me to watch the Manchester United match in Malaysia. He, SUPRISINGLY, said okay. You know my dad, a simple grunt of approval usually means I can do whatever the hell I want. How awesome is that? Its like watching your favourite band, times ELEVEN! Controversies and misunderstanding aside, I'm glad Man U is coming down here to play. Not just because I'm an avid MU fan who doesn't bloody care about the asia cup or FAM president geting fired but its because I feel we as a community should understand the importance of social err well..

I guess I am an avid Manchester United fan who doesn't bloody care avout the asia cup or FAM president getting fired.

I know most of the people thinks that the only reason MU is coming down here is just to collect our money and go. Seriously, is that a bad thing? WE give them the money. They take it. There's nothing more to it. Yes, they are a bunch of greedy money minded fan's bank abusing club, but we're giving them the money. We burn our OWN pockets just to seem them play. Isn't it our right to do so?

Yes, I would play RM200 for a ticket to watch them even if it means taking it from my bank account which would undoubtedly be RM200 less.

I have been practising a lot of Maths lately.

So, lets stop the arguing and enjoy our football peacefully.

Other than that, I can't believe I wrote about Pete Wentz for my mid year english exam paper. The title was "My Idol" and for some bloody reason, I was humming Thanks For The Memories [I shall not abuse my spelling abilities by spelling the song the way those spelling nazi's did] and a bunch of monkeys were dancing around in my head.

During the first paragraph, I initially thought it was a bad idea. Then I saw Wei Hoong who was sitting next to me and he was almost finished with his second paragraph and so I thought, to HELL with Mother Theresa and Martin Luther King, I shall go ahead and write about Pete "man whore" Wentz.

Oh don't be silly, OF COURSE I lied about his background and upbringing and stuff. I can't exactly remember what I wrote but in my story, Pete Wentz has a Lebanese mother who left the country to find a living in America staying at some run down flats he got teased in school he loves writing poetry his parents died in car crash and you know, the usual.

Just hope Ms A [who's marking the paper] doesn't go home and google Pete Wentz. She would surely get to see "MORE" than she wants too.

Other than that, I just watched the making of "Blades of Glory" and I have to say that it is a sick sick SICK movie..thatIwanttowatch!!!! I don't think the movie will be ground breakingly funny and its probably going to get bad reviews anyway [because any movie that isn't as indie as Little Miss Sunshine ALWAYS get bad reviews] but I want to watch it because Jon Heder is in it.

Napolean Dynamite sucked like a Phillips vacuum but Jon Heder was awesome.

And also because, there's one week of school left and I need to step out of the house and communicate with other living things. Though Heikki is a very good companion when I'm all down and depressed.

Heikki's my phone, you pervs.

Junk rant aside, I sort of realised that I have a typical "17 year old-boys are cute-exams are wack-music is love-veggies are green-oranges are sour" blog. This is the type of blog that every high standard "I-talk-crap-about-my-god-given-land-because-I-can" bloggers make fun of. Sometimes I wonder, WHY did I decide on blogging in the first place? Oh, now I remember. It was because I used to write about everything detail of my life inside my test pad, and me being the long winded person that I am, end up getting wrist cramps and finger aches.

But, WHY?

Why the need to write about something thats easily accesible for every person out there to read. Its not like I want my mom to know whats happening in school, or my dad to know what type of boys I go for or Mr Z to know that I wish he chokes on his dinner and lose his voice. Why do I want to make my private thoughts UN-private? Like someone close to me used to say :

Private thoughts are called private because its supposed to be private---S. Azlyn

So thats when I start wondering. What if I stopped blogging? What would happen? What COULD happen?

1) Yorsh will get depressed
2) Nothing.

Nothing would happen. So why do I bother? Its not like I have really serious issues to rant about. I read the papers and keep the thoughts to myself. I'm secretly planning a murder and I don't think it will be safe for me to type it for everyone else to see.

So..WHY?!

I think I know why. Sorry for the suspense kids. So, the reason is because earlier I was trying to find err something, and stumbled upon a huge stack of test pads, all of it written fully. I got all giddy and couldn't stop laughing because I seriously thought I burned it with the rest of my Harry Potter series.

Ehh kidding la, who the hell burns historical educational thoughts provoking [mostly damn expensive] books? You gila ah?!

So anyway, I sat down and read all of it in one go.

Yes, I needed to remind myself that I was 13 in 2003

I won't lie to you, reading about my 13 year old self makes me want to slap myself, repeatedly. If I had a sister that thinks and writes about the stuff I wrote when I was 13, I would've slapped her repeatedly also. Anyway, I can't believe that I was so innocent. Like pathetic innocent.

That aside, I guess we were all pathetic innocent when we were 13.

But there's MORE you see

But the thing is, it made me laugh. It brings back memories. Memories that I've forgotten completely. I mean, first day of high school and I was already calling my crush a sissy just because he wears a yellow watch.

Seriously, so NOT the way to make a good impression of the guy you like.

Then a week later, the guy had an offer to go to some boarding school. On his last day, I told him that I didn't really mean it. He's not a sissy. Just a guy who likes yellow watches.

He just smiled.

That was the last time I saw him.

Came back home, grabbed a test pad, a NEW test pad mind you and I started ranting about how it isn't fair that the hottest guy in school HAD to leave.

When I was reading that particular post, [after laughing like a maniac that is] I'm glad I wrote it. I'm glad I wrote about everything that was in my mind at that particular minute no matter how stupid it was. I don't know how to describe it but its a surreal feeling. You realised that time does fly by REALLY fast. You're growing up really fast.

Sorry, I can't stop writing obvious things.

But you get my point right? Even if you don't, then well...hm.

............I hate her!!! I hate her more than I hate Syazman. Atleast Syazman is not a jerk anymore. I will make sure she suffers. Make her feel half of her life is not there. Make her miserable. God, I feel like feeding her to the cute little squirrels because she's a nutcase.....

--my 14 year old self feeling pissed and acting phsychotic--

2007-04-29T00:03:00.000-07:00

This time around I am going to rant about music. Hah, as if I never talk about music. What can I say, music plays a huge part in my life. I sleep with music, I study with music, I eat with music, heck if music were an incarnation of Chris Evans, I'd marry it.

Besides that, I don't have anything rant worthy to write in here. My life is going by wistfully. No suprises, nothing. Just the same old routine day in and day out. Boring? Hm..maybe. But I'll take boring for now.

So, lets start of with my:

Favourite Video This Moment:

Good Charlotte-The River

There are two big reasons why I like this video. Reason number one is the fact that it reminds me of my phone, Heikki Kovalainen. Proof :

My phone

Start of the video

Can you see the resemblance?? Boo if you can't, may you have a wonderful partner and 10 babies if you can. So anyway, second reason is because M. Shadows is in it. He made a bland Good Charlotte video into something extraordinary.

The guy's voice makes me realise why I love man, despite them being a pain in the ass sometimes.

Don't you get that feeling, like someone just downed a bucket of ice in your pants everytime he yells "On my owwwwn!!"
To top it off, he's pretty damn good looking also.
But its his presence that made the video powerful. If it was just GC on their own, then the video would just look like another All American Rejects 'Dirty Little Secret' rip off.

Thankfully, they decided to invite the man to be in their song and video. But to me, you shouldnt collaborate with an artist thats going to overshadow [my puns are brilliant] you in your own song.
Sadly, Matt overpowered the whole band. Not by just being there making orgasm faces, but even his powerful voice over powered Joel's. Next to Matt, Joel's voice sounds so nasal and seriously reminds me of Hilary Duff during her earlier years. There's even a resemblance of the whole "powerful" thing.

Many instances in the video you see Joel ehm..praying. [Hehhe the second picture is funny]. But, who is he praying to??

Yes, to Mr Shadows of course. Seriously, GC is not worthy. This guy is too cool for their standard. Oh and don't get me started on the whole Synester Gates things, jeez, GC must've been very good boys in their third life.

Why did I downcool myself to be here??!!

Regardless of that, its a cool video and thumbs up to Good Charlotte and their new sound because if everyone else hates it, screw them, I like their new sound and thats all that matters.

Favourite Artist This Moment:

MIKA

I am in love with this guy's music and I am not ashamed to admit it. Its different, HOLY MUFFINS its different. Different than any other brand of music I listen too. I have evolved musically and I'm proud to be able to accept this kind of music.

Its different. [No, different is the only way to describe it]

You might've heard Grace Kelly on radio or seen the video on MTV since he's Buzzworthy and such, truthfully speaking I thought he was annoying at first. The hair, the voice, the sound, EVERYTHING. Then about a week ago, I was feeling a bit off and was listening to Hitz.fm School Of Rock. They played all my favourite songs that day.

All American Rejects-It Ends Tonight
Linkin Park-What I've Done
American Hifi-Flavour of The Week

Basically, it was a rocking hour. But I still felt a bit..bleh. So I decided to go and do my homework. [Yep, I was trying to fight the blehness by doing something that is even MORE bleh.] So, with the radio, Fly.fm, I did my work. Suddenly, Mika's song Grace Kelly came on and quickly I changed it to Hitz.fm and it was playing Beyonce' and Shakira's Beautiful Liar.

So, I did what any sane person would do and that is to change back to Fly.fm and endure the annoying singer with the annoying song.

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

Minutes later, I found myself singing to it and thought, god, this guy is talking shit but hey, atleast its a melodic shit. The kind of shit that gets stuck in your head. As if fate was knocking on my head, I decided to on the tv and voila, Mika Interview..special, whatever. I thought, hmm..I'll continue doing my work AFTER watching this, I need to rest anyway.

So I watched it and finally found out why he wrote the song Grace Kelly. It was actually a come back song, a song he wrote when he was pissed off at the music agents wanting him to change his style and looks.

It suddenly struck me. This dude, IS JUST LIKE ME!! I swear we can be related. He's very..very creative in that sense that he makes a song that people think is a happy song but its actually far away from happiness. It was a strike at the music industry. The fact that he did it rather sarcastically, was just brilliant.

Just the way I write stuff in my blog. Ok, I'm not saying I'm brilliant or anything but its just that, my post are usually funny. Stupid..AND funny. You have to admit, you do wonder if I'm sane or not. Why do I joke all the time? Why do I always try to pull the mickey out of everything. I find it more satisfying to write the opposite about my current situations. I'm not happy all the time. Not everything in my life is whoopee!! But I don't want to write about how my life sucks and everyone hates me. I'd rather write about the reason why life sucks and everyone hates me and that is because life, is running a marathon and it needs to breathe once in a while, thats why it sucks and the reason everyone hates me is because they ain't me. So hah!! Though, thats not true. People don't hate me, they just don't know how to feel when it comes to me.

Oh fuck I'm rambling.

So back to Mika.

People compare him with Prince and Freddie Mercury and wow, I don't even know who the hell Freddie Mercury is. And Prince? Isn't he that short guy with the mole? Anyway, unlike other band songs, Mika's songs makes you happy. Without a doubt, it makes you feel high...with happiness. You just want to jump around and do something silly. Its like an endorphin overflow for me, everytime I hear his songs.

But it sucks, because no one else like him. Well, no one else HERE! I mean he has fans everywhere. It sucks that the only brand of music my friends would ever like is the type with the hot bassist and the off key yelling. If I showed a picture of Mika [just to let them see who the singer is] they'll almost definitely be like "Eww Sheila, is he gay? Why do you like his songs?"
They haven't grown properly in order to appreciate this sort of music. Then when I make them listen to his song they'll be like...

"AAHHH WHATS WITH THE FALSETTOS!! ITS SO GAY AND ANNOYING. I LIKE JOEL MADDEN. HE SOUNDS LIKE A MAN!!"

Heh, Joel seems to be getting a lot of stick from me today. Ah, you guys know I adore him.

So, I guess I have to be listening to his songs all alone, be happy and high all alone. But seriously, you want to be happy? Free your mind of any stereotypes and watch the "Love Today" video by him. Its not about the looks, its about the music this guy makes. If you can't stand falsettos, then boo you, if you can then hopefully you'll get a wonderful partner and 10 babies.

Anyway, I just have to say this. You guys can hate me but whatever. I woke up this morning realising that it was someone's birthday but I couldnt remember who. I checked my friend's list and no one was born today. 4 hours later I realised it was this guy's birthday.

Happy 27th Birthday Kian, god you're getting old.

FINE!! I'll stop being pathetic now, though it won't last long. Anyway, this shall be my last post until the mid year is over. Other than that, wish me luck and I'll be back as soon as Kyle Patrick decides to pull a "Pete Wentz."

Shouldn't be long now.

"They tried to label my sound as indie, but it was to melodic. But the mainstream media couldnt take it either because it was too weird."
-Mika-

2007-04-22T03:08:00.000-07:00

Breaking News :

I GOT A PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But somethings wrong with it.

I know....WTF??!!

But that aside, finally, a phone of my own. After seventeen years of trying, oh wait no, maybe four years of trying [since the first fews years of living I would've probably asked for milk and sleep] I finally got a phone.

[flashback]

4 years ago...

Me : Pa, can I have a handphone?
Dad : You're *only* thirteen Sheila.

3 years ago

Me : Pa, can I have a handphone?
Dad : You're *only* fourteen Sheila.

2 years ago...

Me : Handphone?
Dad : Nope.
Me : WHY??!!
Dad : You're *only* fifteen Sheila.

Last year...

Me : What about a handphone, for me?
Dad : *blinks*
Me : I know I'm *only* sixteen but...
Dad : *blinks again*
Me : *pathetic reason on getting a phone* But EVERYONE has a phone now.
Dad : I got a phone when I was forty.
Me : ........

[/flashback]

Yes, I admit that I tried oh so many times for my dad to get me a phone but it failed oh so many times. I'm not exactly the one who pushes things, like after my dad says no, I wouldnt really dwell on it knowing all too well that my dad [delusional as he is sometimes] knows whats best for me.

But of course, that never stopped me from trying.

Just last week my mom [I share HER phone instead] received two messages on her phone. Both of them were for me. The thing is, I was at home and she was out...living life, unlike her anti-social daughter. Anyway, that triggered me to ask my dad for a phone again.

Me : Pa, see? I have people messaging me now. Don't you think its about TIME I have a phone of my own??!!
Dad : *puts down paper and blinks*
Me : Hmph..fine..
Dad : Give me the brand that you like and I'll go check the price.

...........

Fast forward two days later, I have a phone! But alas, somethings wrong with it. I'm able to make calls but can't receive them.

SERIOUSLY??!! If it was the other way round, I wouldnt mind so much.

[/friday rant]

Its Sunday now, and my phone is fine. I took a rather unflattering photo of my mom two days ago and forgot to delete it. So when my dad gave my phone to some of his friends to have it checked out and stuff, they [adults don't change...for real] of course had to *check* my photo section, in case you know, my inability to make calls is because of something wrong with my pictures.

Sheesh.

But its fixed now, and thats all that matters.

And Kist was the first person to message me last night, telling me that she had a response from Billy Martin.

Hmph.

It seems that the tickets for the Good Charlotte concert were pretty easy to get. Everyone I chatted with had an extra ticket asking me if I want to go. FREE some more!! But alas, I was not in the mood to go. Mid year exam, SPM, all this add maths and bio homework made me realise I should stay at home instead. Slog now...enjoy later.

Of course, it seemed like EVERYONE was going and almost all of them told me the concert was awesome, especially Jason Lo's performance. Ahh I would love to watch Jason Lo live. I saw some youtube videos of him and wished I'd gone.

Ahh well.

If thats not painful enough, my dad smeared the whole pack of ajinamoto on my open wound.

[Last night, after receiving a few text messages in a row]

Dad : Who's sending all this messages?
Me : Friend-lah.
Dad : At 12:00am?
Me : Alah..the good charlotte concert just ended so, they're just letting me know.
Dad : Good Charlotte concert?
Me : Yep.
Dad : Why didn't YOU go??
Me : !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even MY DAD is making me regret my decision not to go. Oh well, some other time. Hopefully, all the good concerts will be held in December. Watch out, I'm going to terrorize every international acts [preferably bands with really hot drummers] with my ability to not make sense!!

Aha!! I'm doing it as we speak.

2007-04-14T08:58:00.000-07:00

Good Charlotte--Good Morning Revival
Linkin Park--Minutes To Midnight

Never knew the the "Time Of The Day" is so IN right now.

I know I've been hopeless with my updates lately. Its just that, I have NOTHING to write about. Even after Manchester United thrashed AS Roma 7-1 and with me grinning like an idiot because Michael Carrick scored two goals, I still have nothing to write about.

I guess this post will be about me and my ability to write nothing.

Have you ever had that feeling like you have nothing to write about? Well I do. It sucks I tell you. I feel like I've dissapointed my readers even if there's only three and a half of them out there.

Half being Yorsh's vein that looks like its going to explode everytime I tell her about Mr Pilot.

I don't know where I'm going with this, so I shall draw a dotted line below and write about the first things that comes to my mind.

..................................

-->Milo Ventimiglia is so....well, to say he's hot would be a little too much. He's not THAT hot. But, there's just something about him thats so..attractive. I know, after replacing Ian Somerhalder's picture with his, you guys might think I'm obsess but seriously, bear with me, its just a phase I'm going through. Once Heroes is over, Milo would only remain as my favourite energy drink. [Gahh thats such a lame joke]

-->Whaaaaa!! I have lost my siggy making abilities. I even forgot how to cut and bloody paste. Damn, all this Bio crap is making me lose my creative juices.

-->Hah! I knew the Kanye West concert would be a flop. It was never a good idea to bring a rapper down anyway. Even if it was Eminem, kids like us would still feel out of place in a rap concert. So, a tip to all concert organisers out there..BRING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ALREADY!!!!

-->I feel that Linkin Park's new sound isn't all that new. I mean, its nice to listen too, it still sounds very Linkin Park-ish but there's nothing ground breaking about it. Maybe because they put too much hype on this new album, what with it being revolutionary and all, I guess I started having very HIGH expectations. But its good nonetheless.

-->Why do I get the feeling that the Cood Charlotte's concert is going to be VERY boring?? No..I'm not being a sour grape. Yes, I'm not going and I don't intend too but its Good Charlotte. They're too arrogant for their own good. Especially Joel...there's just something about him that I don't like. Hmm..this "Not-Liking-People-For-No-Reason" thing is not healthy Sheila. Snap out of it!!

-->ICE AGE IS THE FUNNIEST CARTOON EVER!!!!

-->Life would not be complete without Heroes. Watch it you guys, just..watch it. Oh wait no, DOWNLOAD it. Thats what I do. Its just so...intriguing. Oh and Sylar, without a doubt is the most sexy villain ever! He's mean, he cuts people's head open but he's Sylar, and I heart him.

-->I wonder if Jared Leto has ever had a bad ass sore throat after singing one of his songs.

-->Chester Bennington remains the only lead singer who can yell in tune despite the shortage in height [according to some bloody lucky people who met him in Tower Records].

-->Micheal Carrick looks like the buffier version of Mikey Way. Even if he doesn't I still think he is and thats all that matters.

Well, I guess thats all for now. I shall go and think about what to write about next week. Chyeah, I'm THAT dedicated I tell ya.

2007-03-25T01:04:00.000-07:00

Just had lunch with the family, in the kitchen, with the tv on. Here were are, enjoying lunch together, rather quietly, while on tv they were showing some women programme and it was talking about vaginas.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not just vaginas in general, they were yapping about how as you get older, your vagina gets dry and how we should exercise our pelvic muscles to strengthen out vagina muscles so sex with said partner will be as exciting as the first time.

I looked down to my plate and the squid sambal did not look very appealing anymore.

Maybe if I was watching it alone, it would not have been very unappetizing but come on, my dad and brother were there too. Any second, my brother's going to open that prissy mouth of his and ask what a vagina is. Then, me being me, I would probably tell him that vagina is a type of drink, like vitagen.

Later, my brother being my brother, would believe me and tell all his friends about it.

Unbelieveable? Believe it.

2007-03-24T07:00:00.000-07:00

They made us go to school on Saturday again.

AAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

One day weekend, two extra Mr Z period.

..........

So, two days ago was the inter school drama competition. My school once again, pwned this one. Second and third place went to SMK Sri Aman and SMK Assunta respectively. Both are girls school. Goes to show how dramatic girls are. SMK La Salle [which is a boys school by the way] was in the competition also. Their play was highly over the top especially during the fighting scenes and I guess it comes naturally since they're boys and all. But the best bit was, when they had this boy play the character of the lady in distress. They had this really pretty looking chinese boy wearing a yellow shirt and pink polkadotted skirt.

Ha..hahahahahaha!!

To top it off, we had to feel sorry for his character because he played the daughter that was forced to marry some businessman and he was beaten up all the time. But the thing is, everytime he comes on stage everyone starts laughing. The teacher told us to stop it but they were laughing as well. It really didn't help when they boy got pushed and his skirt was sliding to his knees. Gahh!!

But I have to say, it takes a whole load of courage for a boy to play a girl with polkadotted skirt.

Anyway, I've been doing a lot of 'youtubing' lately. The main reason for that is because bloody Ares doesn't have Greys Anatomy Season 3 Episode 19 for download. Do you know how frustrating that is??!! To have Izzie and George drunkenly sleep together and not knowing whats going to happen next.

Oh..uhm yeah..spoiler, okay.

So, back to 'youtubing'. Its my anti drug for now. I've began subscribing to some really random 'youtubers'. The best in my subscribe list has to be 'swiftkaratechop'. If you ever get the chance to watch one of his videos, then click 'X' on the upper right side of your screen and go read a book. I tell you, it'll be the most stupidest thing you'll ever watch and yet you'll get addicted to it. Ok, maybe I'm the only person who watches this crap. But its good crap. The kind of crap you blog about. Oh well, here's the sample of thy crap.

You have to watch his previous videos in order to get some of the jokes, like the hair flip and screaming thing. Oh my god, I'm OBSESSED!! *slaps self repeatedly*

Thats what happens if you're a computer geek and is high on gummi bears.

Wow, okay, I shall move on. I've been tagged, AGAIN! So, thanks Ads, if not my post today would've stopped by now.

A for Age :
17 years. I know I don't act it so stfu.

B for Booze of Choice :
Nahh don't drink.

C for Career :
Right now, I want to be a brain surgeon. STOP LAUGHING!!

D for your most Dreaded :
Exams. The BIG ASS one especially.

E for essential items you use everyday :
Walkman, A4 papers and mechanical pencils.

F for Favourite song of the moment :
Hanging On The Corner-Blood For Blood

G for favourite Game :
The 'I-Ask-For-Something-And-You-Give-It-To-Me-' game.

H for Hometown :
Petaling Jaya

I for Indulgence :
I tried this one last week. Sliced cheese with a scoop of chocolate ice cream on top.

J for favourite flavour of juice :
I don't like juice...erlack.

K for Koo Kien Keat :
Exactly. Oh Kool Aid and Kit Kat too.

L for Last Hug by anyone :
Diyana. Two weeks ago. Now..why was she hugging me again??!

M for Mother :
Should get a spot on Heroes. The mother with exceptional will power to wake up her "pretty much dead" kids every single morning.

N for Name of your crush :
Whoa whoa whoa...heh, I wish I had a crush.

O for Orgasms :
O is for Oranges too, you dirty piece of flesh.

P for Phobias :
Cockroaches, bees, millipede...anything that has more than four legs and creeps really fast.

Q for Quote :
My parents did not drop me on the head, I fell.-----

R for biggest Regret :
I should've not eaten ice cream with cheese.

S for Status :
Online. ;)

T for Time you wake up :
6:00 am.

U for Underwear :
Yeah, I need new ones. Really cool I'm so hardcore new ones. Black ones! Now, my underwear is all teletubby colour coordinated. [sometimes I forget my blog is available for the public to read]

V for Vegetable you love :
Is it normal to love vegetables??!!

W for Worst habit :
I bite my nails. Nuff said.

X for X movies I've watched :
Heck, thats a lot. American Pie, Happy Tree Friends, Spongebob Squarepants.

Y for Yummy food you make :
My instant noodles are so fast and its so good.

Z for Zodiac sign :
Capricorn.

2007-03-12T02:33:00.000-07:00

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.

2007-03-10T23:45:00.000-08:00

I have to be honest here, Avril Lavigne looks oddly different now and its good.

I can't believe I'm saying this but she looks terribly cute. I know most of you hate her, can't stand her whatever but seriously, the girl is starting to grow on me. I can't stop listening to the 'Girfriend' song because even though [like Yorsh said] it samples Mickey and its shallow+cheap+3 minute disaster, to me its a fun song. Nowadays, all I hear about are songs about not fitting in, I hate my life, my heart is broken so I can't live anymore, my pills don't do any good and fuck you politicians.

So much negativity.

Once in a while, its okay to question authority, get pissed off at people, blame the next door neighbour for playing loud music but it gets pathetic after a while. Don't these people get tired of whining so much?? Without even trying to make things better, they just continue to whine, whine and whine some more.

Ever heard of time out? Take a break. Have a Happy Meal.

Before its get banned.

Lisa asked me a few days go, why aren't people listening to pop songs anymore? My automatic response was "Because, its not cool to listen to it now." Which is sad because, who the eff determines whats cool and whats not? Why was it okay to listen to MCR without getting bashed and suddenly when they have more than a thousand fans, its not okay anymore. Why are bands like Linkin Park being labeled as sell outs??

Because they *sell* thousands of albums and are rich and famous and doesn't perform in small smoky clubs anymore??

Sheesh.

I won't go into details about this because then it'll look as though I'm whining and I just stated above that people who whine all the time are a pain in the rear area, [well every area as a matter of fact] and if I start to whine then I'll be a pain in the..

Ok, so thats that.

So, bloody Yorsh decided it'll be fun to tag me.

These are the rules: Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!

1) I never got over Chucky that scary ass doll.

2) I have a fear that electrical waves from the microwave will seep through my body and kill me.

3) I can't stand marshmallows.

4) I had a hard time pronouncing the letter 'W' when I was younger.

5) When I was 4, I climbed the grill and made it to the top. Then, I decided to let go just to see what will happen.

6) *sigh* I gave Nicky, my hamster, a chocolate chip cookie because I felt as though he liked chocolate chip as much as I did. He did like it.

He just died after 'liking' it.

And I tag, every person who reads this.

I guess I just ruined the game, ay.

2007-02-17T06:34:00.000-08:00

I am in dire need of a stress free cola drinking mcmuffin munching hour. Yes, just an hour. An hour is all I need. Go grab a drink or take a nap you may say, but you see, even if I shut down this computer and smash it into pretty pieces I would still be thinking about this speech I have not yet finished.

I'm not complaining, ok maybe yes I am and I have a very good reason to complain. I have always liked writing. I like to express things through writing and thats the first reason why I decided on a blog in the first place. The thing is I always inject some sort of humour in whatever it is I'm writing.

YES I KNOW ITS NOT FUNNY SOMETIMES!!

But, its just a way for me to handle things with a pinch of salt. Like 'Oh, ha ha you fell, ha ha' type of...salt. Its not always funny, but its..funny to me.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T GET WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY!!

So this speech that I'm doing right now, can't have any form of humour whatsoever because its not meant to be funny in any way. You don't make 'knock knock' jokes in your religious speech and later stand in front of a group of religious people, telling them the real reason why the chicken decided to cross the road.

NO, I AM NOT OVER REACTING!!

So, now I'm all headache-y trying to think of something NOT funny. Trying to two write a speech with NO jokes at all. And its hard I tell you. I've never thought it'll be this hard but it is.

Okay, maybe its not THAT hard but I feel the need to exxagerate my point.

Anyway, I have had a lot of help with my speech from the Thesaurus and Wikipedia. It is man's greatest invention aside from McDonalds and slurpees. It can also be the turning point of me screwing up my mental health. I typed in the malay/arabic word 'Aqidah' and found results.

I was thrilled.

Then I decided that maybe I should try and find other words to wiki for. I decided on 'Dosa' which easily translates to 'Sin' in english but I thought maybe wikipedia would give me a better word or translation. So I searched for 'Dosa' and this is what I got:

This continued with me wikipedia-ing for:

I guess the obvious sign of someone losing their mind is hunger.

2007-02-16T08:35:00.000-08:00

Do you sense some gay vibe coming from him, or is it just me?

Truthfully speaking, I'm hooked on KYLE XY. So hooked that I've downloaded the entire season on my computer and watched it last week. When I first saw the ad, I never really planned on watching the show because it just seems so childish and boring. Even after I watched the first episode, I felt like it was going to be one of those cheesy cliche's 'lost-boy-finds-family-gets-in-trouble-happy-ending' type of story.

I mean, The OC much??

The only reason I gave the series a chance is because the lead actor is well, despite blasting me gay vibes everytime I see him, is totally and I'll quote Lisa 'Ooh La La.' Thats why, being the pathetic loser that I am, I downloaded the entire season just to watch the guy in action.

I know you're tempted to spike my Milo so that I can die a slow painful death. But hear me out first.

So I watched the third episode after watching the first two on TV3. I was cursing at Matt's inability to act spontaneously and look less like an idiot. But after the fifth episode, it finally made sense and the story actually started to have its effect on me. You start to feel sorry for him, feel the agony he has to endure, confusion and heart break whenever he comes to a dead end in figuring out who he is. There was a scene in episode six where he lost control of his feelings and acted like a real human being with raw emotions. I was close to tears when I saw that scene. Touching, very touching. Its also very different from the highly acclamied most talked about series in the country right now.

I'm talking about Heroes, you tv-less amnesiac.

I watch Heroes too and its also very good. Thought of downloading it but my computer would start to slow down and I'll get depressed because it'll take more than 10 seconds for a freakin page to load and that depresses me. Unlike Heroes, KYLE XY has a very simple storyline. Even you missed the first two episodes its not very hard to figure out whats going on. As for Heroes, my mom missed the first episode and she wanted me to explain it to her, and I almost broke down to my knees and cried trying.

Compared to used-to-be-famous LOST, KYLE XY does not dissapoint its fans. After the first season finale, even with a cliffhanger it still gave us an answer on the burning question without letting on too much. I was satisfied with the ending, but was still looking forward as to whats going to happen next.

Season 2 will be in March and I shall delete all my OC videos to make space for the new season of KYLE XY. For now, I shall fill my Kyle-less days with stills from the series.

You have to admit, he looks good in all four angles.

Anyway, school holidays has just started. Finally!! I came back home from school today and the first thing I did was to sleep because for the past few weeks I have been sleeping at 1:30am and waking up at 5:30am which is terrible because 4 hours of sleep is NOT enough I tell you. I have to admit that once your body is so tired, and it finally gets the rest that it deserves, weird dreams start to appear.

Vividly weird.

I had a dream that my group had to do a Sejarah project and we had to stay back at a friend's house to..I'm not exactly sure why. So, we decided to walk around and found this really cool looking house. We went in and found out that it was Aaron's (some boy in my tuition class) and Wei Hoong's (some boy in my class) house. Apparently, they live together.

*think clean thoughts Sheila*

So we sat around, and Aaron was doing the bills and Wei Hoong offered us lunch. It was assam laksa and, seriously speaking the laksa was quite good.

I TOLD you it was vivid.

Then, I don't remember what happened but it involved crying babies and and some women shouting when suddenly I woke up, it was raining, I sat myself straight and laughed.

God, that was the most random dream ever!!

Moving on now, I decided to write my speech for the 'syarahan' competition that will be held at some school on the 1st of March. The speech is religion related so I have to stay away from lame jokes and sarcastic remarks. So, after three hours, this is all I got..

Thats the err title.

And it was given to me.

So...I guess Sunday would be a good day to actually start writing.

2007-02-09T05:51:00.000-08:00

Picture a Wednesday afternoon,
A boy and a girl,
Sitting opposite each other,
In between a radio,
The boy fiddles with the buttons
Trying to find some good tunes
While the girl sits in her place
Wondering if she'd had finished her Chemistry report
The boy finally stopped at a song he liked
It was a Coldplay's classic, Yellow
The boy hunched a little
And the girl listened too
It was just the two of them
While everyone else did their thing
It was a pretty sweet moment
Minus the fact that
The girl can't stand the mere sound of Coldplay
Since its a sucky band
With sucky music
And sucky videos
The girl just don't like them, alright.

[Disclaimer : I'm not trying to write a poem, or anything else related to it. Just wanted a new way to explain things]

Yesterday, was our BM drama competition. Since we're the defending champions, I would modestly say that we were the clear favourites to win it again this time. We were performing 'Sabor' which is in 50 words or less, is a story about guy and married girl, married girl seduces guy, guy did not fell for it, girl got angry, girl decides to punish guy, guy got himself in husband's beheaded list, the 'other' guy dies because it was the 'other' guy who had an affair with the married girl in the first place.

Complicated? I did say 50 words or less. Anyway, last year I played the crying lady. This time around, I was the screaming lady. I sense some pattern unfolding. I guess we did alright since we had less than three days to practice.

Then today, we got to watch the continuation of the drama competition. Hands down, 5 Bunga Raya's play was the best I've seen so far. It made me laugh, hard. The acting was pretty good too. It was sooo funny. I heard that 5 BR came up with their own play and called it 'Teh, Kopi atau Saya.' Its hard to describe the funnier scenes but there was a scene towards the end where the guy who's the waiter at this stall, went up to this girl who's the customer that day (he obviously has a crush on her) and was like "What would you want? Tea, coffee or me."

Doesn't that make you go 'awwwwwwwwww.'

I seriously would not mind if 5 BR win it this time.

Anyway, after all that we went for Chemistry. I'm guessing we learned about something Chemistry related since we were in the Chemistry lab and I was not paying the slightest of attention to what Mrs L1 was saying.

Alkane, Alkene, Pantene, Head and Shoulders...

Then we had BM. I had this weird feeling that Cai Li and I had to do our presentation today. And I was so NOT ready. We had to do the setting and plot of the novel, right after two other groups who were doing the themes and characters. Suddenly I had this brilliant idea to buy time. I turned towards Jonathan and Zhong Ken and told them to bombard the group members with questions so that Cai Li and I didn't have to do our presentation today. So, during the second presentation all of us worked together and "bought" time.

Cai Li stood up first and asked a question.
(4 minutes)
Sam followed suit and asked something really confusing, which he repeated over and over again to try and unconfuse us which in the end made us confused even more.
(10 minutes)
Later, Zhong Ken asked something sex related which never fails to make us go 'WTF??!!'
(5 minutes)
Then, Jonathan asked something that was sort of similiar to Zhong Ken's but it sounded smarter and less dirty.
(4 minutes)

Lastly, I stood up and asked a question which was deemed as a 'good question' from Mr Z. Yeah, I can be great sometimes and it was the icing on the cake because guess what??

WE RAN OUT OF TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Always a good day when something goes you way.

2007-02-04T04:13:00.000-08:00

The sight of Hugh Dancy in a sarong is oh so funny. White guys in sarongs are a no no. It makes them look like a cross dresser. Not a very attractive one either.

So I've been sniffing a lot of markers today. No, not happily sniffing it but I had to all because of the BM presentation thing. I had to write the plot of the novel and err whats 'latar' in english?? Anyway, four mahjong papers is a lot okay. Now, I'm all headache-y.

This is gonna be pretty short.

The End.

2007-01-31T03:34:00.000-08:00

I have to confess, sometimes I do ditch the thousands of channels that Astro has to offer just to watch TV3. I'm not trying to imply anything. The reason I mentioned TV3 is because of this particular advertisement that cease to amaze me every single time I see it. Have you ever stumbled upon this Kiwi Kleen advertisement where it has this white toilet sit singing like one of the Il Divo members?

No words can explain how I feel everytime that ad comes on tv.

I remember the first time I saw it. My dad and I were in the kitchen eating dinner. All of a sudden, this ad appeared on tv and both of us, for some odd reason looked up to see what it was about. During the ad, I glanced at my dad and he did the same. We were giving each other the 'I-feel- so- stupid' look.

Truth be told, I do tend to lose a couple of IQ points everytime that ad is on tv. Weirdly, no matter how pathetic the ad is, I would never look away everytime its on. That means, its a good advertising strategy. Doesn't matter how stupid I think the ad is, here I am blogging and telling the whole world about it.

Thats why I think the person who created this ad is a genius!!!

And no, I am NOT high.

Anyway, yesterday was quite amusing. We had to dissect a frog, or rather we forced Mrs T on letting us dissect a frog just for the fun of it. Let me tell you, it was fun. Aida had the hardest job on choosing a frog and laying it down (it was already half dead) on this tray and putting it on our table. It was hard to look, because the frog was barely alive and it was looking STRAIGHT AT ME!!!

I mean, what the hell did I do??!!

Later, all six of us crowded the dead frog just to you know, feel its deadness. We were so close when suddenly, we saw that the supposedly dead frog was still breathing. Not the one who panics, Diyana took a handful of cotton, soaked it in chloroform and stuck it on its face.

Yep, that was the end of Freddy.

Then, the rest of the job was pretty easy because we made Jasper do most of it. He really potrayed a very professional surgeon. There he was cutting the layer of skin slowly and between the cutting he was like :

"Scissors"

*continues cutting*

"Scalpel"

*continues poking*

"Tissue"

*continues wiping his forehead*

Like a chief surgeon! Of course a chief surgeon would not stop in the middle of surgery, look up and be like:

"I don't know what I'm doing, actually."

He has a lot more to learn I guess. Anyway, a good operation theater would not be historical without its fair share of dirty jokes. Suprisingly, I had NOTHING to do with it.

Jasper : *fiddles around with Freddy's organs* I think this is the testes.
Us : Really?? *tries to take a closer look*
Jasper : Do you want me to pull it out? *gets ready to pull it out*
Lisa : Jasper, DON'T!! Would you like it if someone pulled YOUR testes out??!!

No words shall be added to that.

Anyway, I would like to take a couple of seconds to pay my respects to Freddy, who unfortunately gave his life or rather his internal organs to be ogled and violated at.

Rest In Pieces Freddy.

2007-01-26T08:11:00.000-08:00

I hate not meeting someone for a long period of time and once, when you suddenly see that person again he or she has..changed. I know its all part of growing up or whatever, but still!! If its a moderate change then maybe I'm fine with it, but to change so tremendously up to a point where you start to wonder if you actually know the person in the first place, now thats just sad.

So now you're probably thinking that I'm going to start writing about a friend whom I once knew and she's now pissing the hell out of me because of her new tatoos, see through tops and fake accents.

Sadly, I can only wish thats exactly what I'm going to write about. Its worse than that actually. I've been saying how I want to stop talking about boys, because you only talk about boys when you're high on starbucks coffee and start to fantasize about having three kids with Prince William and opening a lingerie shop called 'Secret Recipe.'

Which easily translates to, when you have NOTHING else to talk about.

But you see, it is a about a boy. A guy, would be more accurate. Anyway, lets just get to the point so that I can sleep peacefully tonight.

So, earlier today at about 7pm my dad's friend called or rather, my dad called his friend or which ever way it was I can't exactly remember. I heard certain words in the conversation between my dad and his friend.

[Dad Talking On The Phone]

"Where are you?"
"Son?"
"Fetch him in Sunway?"
"Drop by here?"
"Now?"
"What?"
"Hah??!!"
*some words in a foreign language*
"Okay, okay, see you."

[/Dad Talking On The Phone]

At this time, I was in my room reading 'The Third Summer of the Sisterhood' and was all warm and tingly because it was the last part and Bridget finally got together with Eric and he was being oh so sweet and stuff, the thing he says touched me and also I can't deny the fact that I couldn't stop imagining Eric's character played by Mike Vogel in the first series of the book, how cute he looked running down the sandy beach with his red shorts, or atleast I think it was red.

This stopped abruptly when my brother came dashing in the room yelling 'Uncle Air Steward is here!!' [no, he is not my REAL uncle and yes, he used to be the chief of the stewards] So I look out of the window to see if it was really him, but couldn't see anything because it was night time and it was dark, and you can't really see anything in the dark.

Then I heard Uncle Air Steward talking to my dad outside the house so I thought he's not going to come in so it doesn't matter if I go out to greet him and stuff. I'm aware that my manners isn't something you can shout about. I have manners, I just don't apply it sometimes. Anyway, I was busy flipping through the pages and listening to Uncle Air Steward's voice. He has this really unique voice and its funny because he has this unusual way of talking. He talks as though he's really really excited about something. I should know because he was talking about the traffic he had to endure earlier and he sounded pretty excited to me.

Then I heard my mom's voice, followed by another guy's voice. He didn't sound unique nor excited so I'm guessing it must be Uncle Air Steward's son, The Pilot. The last time I met The Pilot was roughly eight or nine years ago. I barely reached puberty and he was going through his. Then I photographically remembered how he looked like. He was 15, tall, skinny legs, dangly arms, curly hair, loud and just plain annoying. I sighed, put my book down and decided to make my parents proud and go ahead and say hello since its been a while since I last saw him.

Without even pausing to look in the mirror to make sure everything is in place, I just went out to the hall. I saw him for the first time in eight years, and inside I was like,

'WHAT THE FFFFFFFFFF!!!!! HOW DID HE MANAGED TO LOOK LIKE THAT??!!??!!

The Pilot, my dear readers, looks like a page 4 model now. He's HOT okay, like seriously HOT. Mother effing HOT. HOT as in burning charcoal in the middle of the Sahara desert while eating tom yam HOT.

To make things worse, I looked like I've been dragged along Jalan Bahagia or something. There he was, all hot and stuff while I stood there with my grandma shorts, the most hideous blue shirt ever made, hair all over the place and just to be even more funky, I haven't showered either.

Its Friday, cut me some slack. I wanted to be comfortable and I was planning to bathe before Uncle Air Steward came but never got to it because of the damn book.

I blame Lisa for lending me the book.

So, even though the first thing I wanted to do was to dunk my head in cold water, I had to go and greet him. We shook hands, I said hello, and he smiled.

I died and went to heaven where all the dorky kids with dangly arms and curly hair are transformed into fit looking football players.

I'm not kidding.

The Pilot, is now 20+, tall, strong arms, short hair, friendly, nice smile, nice teeth, dimples and unlike he's dad, he doesn't parade around serving food to passengers on the plane, he owns the plane. He's a freakin pilot. The Pilot, is a bloody pilot. He can manouver a big ass plane.

How amazingly sexy is that??!!

Even my mom couldn't stop talking about how much he's changed. She was telling his dad how tall the pilot is, how handsome he is, how hundreds of girls would stand in line just to get a chance to go out with him while he just sat there, looking down, grinning because it was obvious my mom was embarassing him in front of everyone.

I have a feeling my mom has a crush on him too.

Anyway, he stayed around for 45 minutes and had to leave because his dad was excitedly talking about the traffic again. He got up, while I was contemplating on getting up. He said goodbye to my mom and my brother. He turned, smiled again (damn him) and said 'Bye Sheila.' So I replied 'Bye....err'

Oh fuck, whats his name again??!!

And thats why I hate meeting up with people who's changed dramatically. I just ugh..hate it.

2007-01-23T01:04:00.000-08:00

[ Written on the 20th of January 2007 but carelessly forgot to press the publish button]

My brother is fixing the door and its annoying the heck out of me. Yes, a 13 year old is fixing MY room door. I guess I can get pretty rough with doors. Nothing againts them, doors tend to block the way, you know..and its irritating sometimes. The lock on my door is stuck and I don't know how that happened.

Oh now he's gone to watch Totally Spies. I guess the door's fixed.

My mood is seriously off right now. I've lost my sense of humour (not that I have any to begin with) and the ability to concentrate on anything for more than 5 minutes. I'm guessing its the jet lagged from all the muffin making massacre at Lisa's house two days ago. Came back home at about seven that day, did the usuals and in the end got stuck between two tasks.

Task 1 : BM, English, Add Maths, Modern Maths, Chemistry and History homework.
Task 2 : Sleep.

I got prepared to do task 1 but fell in the trap of task 2. So I decided to wake up at 3:30am to finish my homework and I did just that. So I was trying to finish everything as fast as I could. The third time I looked at the clock it was already 6:00am.

Time does flies when you have unfinished homework.

Next day, Friday morning, had to do this campaign thing for class president, hence the muffins. My group did okay I guess, bloody well okay since we didn't practice anything the day before, or ever for that matter. We didn't rehearsed, period. I had to go and make our draw, at first I thought we were going to be the seventh group presenting, so I was kind of glad, but I was widely awake when Aida suddenly screeched that I'm a bundle of luck.

It was number two, not seven.

In the end, Jasper won most of the votes. His group re-enacted some really funny scenes which made us laugh like mad. In the end, I voted for Yin Ying.

Just because I felt like it.

Later, since Jasper's the new class president and all, he is forced to do all the nifty work that day, like clean the blackboard, reminding us to go to the lab and searching the entire school for our relieve teacher.

Hah! Nice...

So I've been thinking (yes, it does happen sometimes). There's a saying that explains, as you grow older you start to discover new things about yourself. It has suddenly occur to me that my natural curiosity will one day be the reason why I'll be spending a week in the hospital.

I'm a very, very, VERY curious person.

For example, some time last week Nad and I bought a packet of mentos and a diet coke. I had previously watched an advertisement on Discovery Channel saying that Diet Coke+Mentos = Fizzy explosion. So..instead of using the amount of time I had that day on my Biology report, I decided to try out this little myth, just to satisfy my curiosity.

Turns out the myth is total BS! No explosions whatsoever. Wasted 7 minutes of my life oh, and also a couple of ringgits. Sheesh.

Anyway, last Thursday during Chemistry, Mrs L2 was explaining about how we should go on about our next experiment. It was to investigate the reaction of catalyst on the rate of reaction. She mentioned, almost a thousand times how we should NOT put more than three drops of catalyst in our solution because too much catalyst will cause a really fast reaction which in turn could cause...you're smart, you should be able to guess what happens.

Oh well, for Yorsh's sake, it will cause a mighty explosion.

So, I was telling Diyana how we should "accidently" put in more than five drops, grab our stuff and quickly hide under the table. Diyana just smirked and continued writing down her notes, probably thinking I was making a lame attempt of a joke.

You see, I was not joking. I was serious.

But curiosity aside, my group member's lives are at stake here. So I have to put this curiosity to rest.

*******************************************************************

Its Tuesday now, and I know I know, this is not 'internet' day since I've been banned from the computer on weekdays but I just came back from house practice and I need to instill some will
power before I decide to shower and go straight to bed.

At 5:50pm.

Exactly. Its ridiculous to even think of going to bed at this time of the day. So, I decided to log on for a couple of minutes to look up some funny jokes that are funny to me. Its the only way to keep me awake.

Aren't we forgeting the true meaning of Christmas? You know, the birth of Santa?

~ Bart Simpson ~

I love the Simpson family.

2007-01-14T03:13:00.000-08:00

School seems to be moving quite swiftly. Its week number two, and suprisingly I have no complaints.

Yet.

Missed four period of BM this week because of the PMD (Program Maju Diri) thing. Hmm..maybe thats the reason why week number two felt like a breeze. PMD was a bit boring though. All it had were talks about our future which basically revolves on the topic of 'Your Life Will Start To Suck After School Years Are Over'.

Very reassuring.

Last Friday was pretty interesting. During Mod Maths, Mrs A2 was going on and on about number bases when suddenly Zhong Ken yelled out 'LOOK! MONKEY!'. Just to clear things up, we are the infamous Form Five students who gets the best marks in school, wins drama competitions and openly studies even when there's no teachers in sight. But let loose a stray monkey on our grounds, all of a sudden we turn into some hyperactive five year olds who just lost their entire collection of Pokemon cards.

Seriously.

Mrs A2 was trying so hard to get back our full attention but it was the monkey who won our hearts and attention in the end. Can you blame us? Maths are long winded and pointless, monkeys are gray and cute. I would most definitely pay more attention to the latter.

As for EST, we learned about slangs. Some I've used quite often, like 'pissed off' 'fab' and etc. Then came the exercise. Mrs C wanted us to find the meaning and/or the use of certain slangs in real life. She would state down a list of words and we had to find its meaning or when its suppose to be used. Then she said the underlined words should not be used when we're talking to each other or anyone else for that matter. Of course, some of the underlined words were 'arse hole' and 'dick head' and we had good laugh by pretending we couldnt hear what she was saying which made her repeat the same word over and over again.

We forgot to grow up. What else is new?

Anyway, last night was pretty eventful. A mouse managed to scare the living daylights out of us. Us, meaning dad, mom, bro and myself. Yes, a mouse. No, not a big filthy rat but a small baby grey mouse. The amount of screaming we had yesterday sounded more like we had some frat party at the house. My dad smartly tried to shoo the mouse away with a broom, a mop and the occasional Ridsect mosquito spray.

And here I am wondering how I managed to get 8A's in my PMR.

In the end, the mouse managed to outwit, outdone and outpowered my dad. God, talk about family honour. This is embarassing. Just so you know, we never intended to kill the mouse and because of that the mouse is alive and well, enjoying his leisure time in some secluded part of my house.

Before I go, check out something interesting I found.

The Endings of 10 Famous Novels You
Always Meant to Read but Never Got
Around To.
- - - -

She dies.

He falls out of love with her.

He dies.

He kills it and then he dies.

Everyone dies.

A fire destroys everything.

He wins.

They're rescued.

They find it.

Snape kills Dumbledore.

E-mail Addresses It Would Be Really Annoying to Give Out Over the Phone.

- - - -

MikeUnderscore2004@yahoo.com

MikeAtYahooDotCom@hotmail.com

Mike_WardAllOneWord@yahoo.com

AAAAAThatsSixAs@yahoo.com

One1TheFirstJustTheNumberTheSecondSpelledOut@hotmail.com

Just so you know, I don't have a lot of time on my hands.

2007-01-05T22:19:00.000-08:00

There's this new rule my dad wants me NOT to break. Computers are only allowed on weekends and Friday nights. I don't mind it really. He's being practical seeing as there's no freakin way my online addiction is going to prevent me from getting straight A's in my SPM.

Straight A's....*winces*

First week of school was full of suprises. Well not FULL of it but it kind of stood out because I never saw it coming. Firstly, I was separated from my usual group of friends. I'm not exactly fond of where I have to sit now but I guess thats the way its going to be.

No more random chats about Mr Z's height anymore.

Then, we were placed in a different class because the Form 6's are occupying ours. They got the better class. Second floor, better ventilation. Ours is on the ground floor, surrounded by mosquito nets.

Oh well.

Price of food in the canteen has been jacked up. Okay, maybe not JACKED UP but they did increase it a little but jacked up sounds cooler.

Recess time is pretty quiet these days because its just us Form 5's and the Form 6's. Yep, the Form 6's are a passive bunch of people.

All in all, it wasn't a bad start. Hopefully, things settle down so that I can finish off this year with a blast.

Speaking of blasts, we had our first Chemistry experiment yesterday and one of my group members broke the tip of some funny looking tube.

Its always a good day when something breaks.

Mr Z assigned us into groups of three and is making us do three assigments together. Each of us will have to go up front and present an oral presentation on our topics. My group consists of Cai Li, Jonathan and myself. God, I despise this teacher.

It may be the new year, but some things would just never change.

Came back home on Friday and saw this in my refrigerator...

The chocolate tastes so damn good. Butter pecan tastes like sand to me. I don't like butter pecan. Either that or I had too much ice cream that even Paddle Pop would start to taste like expired milk now.

So, today was pretty pointless. I planned on having this HUGE update on my blog but I seem to be running out of ideas on what to say, or type for that matter.

Oh yeah, now I remember.

The 'WH' issue.

I have made a decision that I would not dwell on him anymore. Yes, maybe I gave up. Or maybe I've just had it with him and my 'liking' towards him. Its not even a real feeling, its some stupid crush and I need to get over the fact that I have a gigantic ego to deal with.

He's intimidating. Very, intimidating.

I don't like guys that intimidate me. I'm not the one who usually puts herself down but 'WH' is everything I'm not. We're different, outside and inside. Nothing could possibly happen. Nothing will happen. I don't even see the point of even trying to make myself talk to him.

This is a new year, a new beginning I must say. The last thing I want to do is continue where I left off last year. Continue something that was not even there in the first place. Its pointless. I've had my fantasies, my hopes and dreams but I've come to realise that reality is where I am now and thats what I have to deal with. Therefore, the 'WH' saga has come to an end.

Its time to forget and start writing a new chapter.

Sorry guys, I've been watching to many episodes of Grey Anatomy. Stupid jokes shall take over on the next post.

2007-01-01T01:53:00.000-08:00

Welcome to the year 2007.

I woke up this morning thinking that it was still the 31st of December. Must be from all the grape slurpee I had late last night. People had a countdown to 2007 while I had a major ice freeze.

Lets hope thats not a sign for things to come.

So, on to more important things. My new years resolution. The time where I list all the things I want to achieve and later laugh at it in March. Its safe to say now that I don't do resolutions. I love to go through a certain year and not be tied down with my 'rules for the new year.'

I guess the sex jokes would still continue, Yorsh.

Reflecting back on 2006, I guess it was a pretty structured year. Nothing BIG happened. Although, I still have that tingly feeling everytime I think about that time when I found out I was going to change school. I remembered being so happy and sad about it. I also remember my dad buying a Jack Lalaine fruit juicer and made us drink pure apple/carrot juice every single morning before going to school.

Thank god it lasted for a month.

Overall, 2006 was a bit too fast for me. I never had the chance to stop and appreciate, the year just went zooming away. I might've missed a lot, but I've already promised myself that I would make up for it this year. It may be the most important year of my life, school life rather but I would try and enjoy every moment of it. Everyone can't wait to finish school and be done with it but my mom always tells me that the school years would be the best years of my life. I believe her. I may not like it now, but in 20 years to come, this may be the time that I would want to go back to.

Hopefully, time machines do exist in 20 years time.

On a more lighter note, my mom asked me what would I want for my birthday.

Mom : What do you want for your birthday?
Me : I don't know...
Mom : You have to want something.
Me : Laptop?
Mom : No
Me : I-pod?
Mom : No
Me : Handphone?
Mom : What about a nice sling bag?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the end, I told her to buy anything she wants. If she can't find anything, just continue to love and feed me. That would be fine.

Parents. MY parents specifically. They always ask what I want, and say no to everything I ask for. Whats the point of asking then. I'm not mad, I just find the whole thing pretty amusing.

[ sometime last week ]
Dad : Sheila, do you want the last piece of cheesecake? No?

My dad likes to answer his own question. Nuff said.

But something weird happened three days ago. I was busy downloading songs on my computer and then my dad suddenly calls me. He and my mom was in the kitchen clearing up the bills so I thought 'Oh god, he's probably going to give one of those speeches again. The 'You're Spending Too Much Time On the Computer' speech. So I braced myself for a two hour slice in the cake tochure.

[weird incident]

Me : You called?
Dad : *lowers his glasses* Sit down.

Here we go, in three....two.....one....

Dad : *hands over a brochure* Do you want that?
Me : *looks at brochure*

5 seconds later

Me : *looks at dad, trying to figure out if he swallowed the wrong pills today* This laptop?
Dad : *nods*
Me : Uhmm..yes..I..I like it.
Dad : Do you need it?

SERIOUSLY!!! WHATS HE PLAYING AT??!!

Me : *decides to be truthful* Well, I don't really need it NOW, but maybe later..
Dad : Okay, so you don't need it?
Me : Well it depends, if I go out and stuff..
Dad : *doesn't answer*
Me : So you're going to buy it??
Dad : Not now..
Me : *pathetic mode* A.......lah............. buy-lah............
Dad : You do have your SPM and all.
Me : After SPM then.
Dad : I'll see what I can do

[/weird incident]

My dad, just offered to buy me a freakin laptop. How..weird is that?? And I didn't even ask him about it, thats the weird part. Of course I do joke about it, but telling my mom that I intend to get marry after SPM was a joke as well. Joking, its what I do.

Anyway, he said he'll buy it for me in December of 2007. WHOOPEE!!! Hah, this happened right after I told him that SPM for 2007 would start on the 5th of November and finishes on the 30th the same month. How cool is that??!! I have the whole of December to violate my laptop.

Sigh.

Great. Now that 2006 has just ended, I can't wait for 2007 to end as well.

2006-12-29T07:29:00.000-08:00

I can't stop listening to 'Prayer of The Refugee' by Rise Against. Even though the clash between the verses and the chorus is pretty out of place (it does sound kind of awkward) but it its still one hell of a song.

I have a feeling that it just knocked off The Black Parade on my top songs of 2006.

Anyway, I was so unproductive today that the only interesting thing I did was sitting through half an hour watching Hey Arnold.

The malay version.

I thought of watching Jimmy Neutron also, but that would just be pushing it a little too far.

The year, as we all know, is about to end. School is about to start. More slogging, mugging and blasting innocent teachers. One word to describe about how I'm feeling as the year comes to an end is 'blah'. I don't really care to tell you the truth. I'm not excited, I'm not looking forward to it and I'm not sadden by it either.

Time flies. What else is new?

You know what sucks though, school once again will kick start on the 3rd of January. Its been three years in a row!! Three years in a row I celebrated my birthday with first day schoolwork. Its a conspiracy!! Come to think of it I should start feeling depressed right now. I mean, everyone in the schooling world is not looking forward to THAT day which basically means they hate THAT day, just the thought of THAT day makes them want to hide in cave.

I just had to be born on THAT day.

I also have this theory that I was born on the worst possible day ever. Think of it logically. People go all out to usher in the new year, parties until 2am in the morning that sort of thing. Come 3rd January, who the heck would want to 'partay!!' again? Party mood is over. Time to get to work.

Sometimes I blame myself too. My due date, uhmm I mean my mother's due date when she had me was suppose to be on the 13th of January. I came out ten days earlier!! Either the doctor got pretty low marks for his Bio paper or I was too busy playing darts in my mother's womb.

Ouch.

Oh well, my dad always says I should constantly think about people who are less fortunate.

*thinks about people who are less fortunate*

Wow, atleast I was not born on the 29th of February or that would just suck major beach balls.

2006-12-25T00:53:00.000-08:00

It was Christmas eve yesterday. My dad received this text message from his friend at about 5:00pm. He wanted me to read it for him because he's too lazy to get his glasses and read it himself.

So now you know where I got my lazy genes from.

Anyway, so I read it, out loud.

Quantity called me and told you not to call him tonight. He would declare war if you do so. His christmas message is be faithful to your wife.

Now I'm contemplating on whether I should send this text message to Quantity's daughter.

I heard its pretty cold in New Zealand right now.
Your mom and dad had sex yesterday.
Merry Christmas!!

From
Sheila 'Your- parents- are- sick' Azlyn

PS: Quantity is my dad's friend Tommy who lives in New Zealand with his wife and three kids. Because of their terrible accents I still don't know his kids name.

2006-12-21T02:25:00.000-08:00

I was having severe stomach cramps yesterday. Its one of those pains where you can't do anything to make it feel better. Its also one of those moments where you wish you were a boy and the only thing you need to worry about is your ding dong acting up.

Whoa...bad pun alert.

So there I was trying my absolute best to ease of the pain when my mom appeared out of nowhere and announced something so...violently unappropriate.

"Sheila, I want you to give me five grandkids atleast."

What the fuck is she high? Please tell me she's high. Either that or her pre menopause tourette is acting up.

My mother wants me to give her FIVE grandkids. She's be lucky if I even decide to give her one. Oh heck, she'd be lucky if I even HAVE someone to reproduce with. My relationship with the opposite gender is not what you call fabulous. For some reason, I scare them. Some girl once told me that guys find me intimidating. I can only pray that intimidating means 'intimate-when-dating' but we all know what intimidating really means.

BOO! See, see all them boys running away.

I think that the only way for me to acually have a freakin boyfriend is when I make the first move. Heh, I can't be bothered to do that now but I think its the only way to give my mom what she wants. Kids might be pushing it a little to far but to just reassure her that I'm not gay despite saying so a couple of times. You might think that with the amount of boy talk I have on here, my mom would atleast have the idea that I'm interested in them. You're so wrong. My mom does not have a clue. She thinks I'm an anti social nerd. See? See how good of an actress I am. But she does always remind me of one thing.

Mom : You may not be interested in boys now but I know when my daughter is in love.
Me : *erupts in laughter* Yeah..right.
Mom : I know Sheila. You can never fool me.

God, the amount of denial she's in.

Me : Fine. Am I in love right now?
Mom : *thinks for 2 seconds* No.

Lucky guess.

Why the sudden interest in boys you might ask. Well, I was surfing through Myspace yesterday, stumbled upon a couple of my friends page and it suddenly hit me. My friends, people who use to play house with me, are dating. Like, for real. I mean, I know all girls ( most of us anyway ) have always dreamt of a boyfriend, someone who we like that like us back. It just hasn't occur to me that its actually happening now. Girls who always complained to me about how boys should be castrated are now in love with them instead.

It sounds stupid but I just realise the fact that I'm not eleven anymore.

I see girls who were so innocent before change and becoming into some kind of bimbo. Girls who use to have short hair now have long ones with pink and green streaks in them. The ones who used to be scared of getting BCG shots now have piercings in every area of skin they own.
Girls who use to take pictures with their best friend holding hands...
Now have their boyfriends with his hand on her ass...

Geez, slow down a bit. Why is everyone growing up so fast? Why can't they wait for me. I know I should just join the bandwagon, but where the fuck is the bandwagon??!!

You might think I'm jealous. Yes, you're right. I am jealous. Jealous of the fact that these girls are high and keep telling the world how great their boyfriend is. How much they love the guy they're with. So sure that he's THE ONE.

But then I realise, they are still innocent. Very innocent. So innocent. They haven't grown up yet. Physically mature, yeah..but mentally? Mentally they are still pretty much who they were before. A kid who wants to be happy. Be free. Have fun. Deal with the consequences when it comes.

So I'm going to skip the bandwagon for now.

On to other news.

Is it just me or does Avril Lavigne sound really boring right now. Her new song is just..oh god, save her. Where was the punk ass Avril most of use to like? Yeah yeah, she's maturing..maturing for the worst I can tell ya that. She makes better songs when she's unattached. Oh well, like they say, people who gets instant popularity usually crumble quite instantly as well.

Hands down, break out artist of the year 2006 has to be ( whether you like it or not ) Paris Hilton. Yep, there's so many bands coming out this year that I have forgotten all of them. They never stood out and all of them sound pretty much the same. So Paris takes the prize for me. Her raunchy but likeable brand of music is so irresistable. Oh shut up. She made a pretty good job of finding people to make good songs for her. So what if she can't sing like Christina Aguilera? Whats the point of having a good voice if your song is crap.

Yes, everytime I hear 'Hurt' by Christina Aguilera..I start to hurt as well and no, that is not a compliment.

Bands you say..hmm, what about them?

Sorry, but 2006 was not a good year for new bands. Maybe 2007 will bring its fair share.

I for once, hope so.

2006-12-16T00:21:00.000-08:00

Despite all the talk about me meeting my maker, no kids, I am NOT dead. Just been a bit lazy lately. Ok, maybe not a bit but who am I to exagerate?

Thankfully nothing happened between me and my grandmother. It was all good. She got pissed at times but she's sixty plus, so who can blame her?

I'm not going to go into detail of what happened last week which was themed 'My Actual Holiday Week' where it was the only time where I did not spend my holidays sitting at home rotting in front of the computer. But I have to say that last week has to be the most physically tochuring days of the year.

Yep, it beat out studying Physics for three whole hours.

Here are the pictures I took from all the shenanigan that happened. You know its my pictures because it does not look at all professional. If it does, then, what can I say..I'm a lady with talents.

1st December 2006 : Langkawi Island

So this was the inside of the bus that I had to stay in for 8 whole hours. I mentioned 6 but noooooooo. We left at 10pm that night and arrived at 6am the next morning. I don't know WHO to blame. The Kuala Perlis jetty I guess, for being so god damn far.

After the ferry ride to Langkawi, we straight away got onto another bus and was brought to our hotel. I thought we were not going to stay there but apparently I was wrong. We need to stay there. Shopping for a day will never be enough and sleep is extremely important.

Half an hour in the hotel, we already had to get moving. I'm seriously not kidding. I never slept for the whole bus ride to the jetty because I thought we were going to get a chance to have a couple of z's in the hotel. I spent 8 hours in the bus trying to sleep but never got to it. While other people were sleeping their heads off it was just me and the bus driver. He was driving and I was dipping chips in my Coke.

Sleepy, but couldn't sleep.

So after intense shopping for the whole morning, it was about 4:30pm when everyone decided to go for the cable car ride. I was hyped because I don't enjoy shopping and have never been on a cable car before.

Its a bit small because I took this picture in the bus. See if you can spot the cable cars.

The view from where I was lining up to get on the car.

Finally got in the car. The first picture I took while I was in it and Sal just had to show herself in the picture.

The peak of the ride.

After that, I was hoping we were going to go home. Not home, HOME but home, you know the hotel, where beds actually exists. I was dead tired and so was Sal. But the 60 year olds weren't. They wanted to do some last minute shopping and see fishes above their head. So, next stop was Underwater World. Sal and I decided to stay on the bus and chat while screwing with my M&M's.

View from the side of Underwater World inside a bus.

My anti drug. It also keeps me awake.

And then, we went home. One and a half hour later, we were out again. To shop and buy dinner. Since I rested for a bit, I was quite up for this one. I saw a lots and lots of shops selling chocolates. So I bought lots and lots of chocolate. Not for ME.. for the family back home. Maybe some are for me. Sal keeps telling how good of a daughter I was. Both my parents have blood pressure and here I am in Langkawi buying them chocolates. I was laughing with her. Then she told me that since both my parents have blood pressure, I have more than 50 percent chance of getting them to.

I regretted not pushing her out during the cable car ride.

The next day, after packing and having our breakfast we were off to the jetty. We were going to go to Padang Besar in Perlis. I have never imagined going to Perlis so I was pretty excited.

The jetty at about 8am in the morning.

We got on the ferry and suprisingly it was so damn cold and the grannies didn't seem to mind. The previous ferry ride was pretty boring. This one was interesting. On tv, which was pretty clear, was some French action movie. I never really cared about it at first. Then I saw the main actor who looked like the tougher version of Patrick Dempsey who plays Derek Shepherd on Grey's Anatomy and THAT got my attention. It was a damn good tv. Better than the english shit we always get on Astro. No one was moving or even talking. Very rare, I tell you.

After the ferry, we got on our earlier bus and went to Perlis. I have a feeling that Padang Besar is at the far end of Perlis because when I was listening to my walkman, Hitz.fm and Fly.fm never really spoke english anymore. Sal was pretty amused by this.

Later, when we got there, I saw a lot of Thai ladies selling potato chips. They actually get on the bus and persuade you to buy their chips. Not just one or two but five or six of them will come on the same time. The bus driver never seemed to mind.

How suprising.

So Padang Besar is just another boring place to shop for cheap goods. Sal and I never really ventured there. All the time we were following our grandma who was clearly enjoying buying even more stuff. Whatever makes her happy.

After that, we were finally on our way home. Eight hours later and it was already night time.

I know I'm home in PJ if I see familiar stuff like this right here.

All in all Langkawi was a good trip. The last time I was in Langkawi, I spent my days near the pool looking for hot guys. This time it was different. I don't mind the difference really. I would do it again if I have to. Only this time, I would probably opt for a plane ride, minus the granny.

7th December 2006 : Sunway Lagoon Theme Park

I was looking forward for this one. The last time I had been to Sunway Lagoon was ten years ago and I wasn't tall enough for any of the rides. Sal couldn't make it so it was just Nad and I.

View from the top of the entrance.

We walked through the entrance and the first thing we saw was this huge viking ship.

The Pirate's Revenge that swings and rotates at 360 degrees.

So I was like 'Gee, lets get on that one first.' You see, I have never been on any thrill rides whatsoever. The last time I was on a rollercoaster was way back when I was about 4 and it was at the Fun Fair. The rollercoaster at that time only had seatbelts and it felt like riding on a trolley from Point A to Point B. There was no rotation or fast curves, nothing. Just a ride that goes as fast as my my mom's driving. But I cried nonetheless. I seriously thought I was going to die and never get to taste Koko Krunch ever again.

So, I told myself to put this incident behind me and get on this ride no matter how according to most people how scary it is.

So I did get on the ride. Just to get a taste of what its like click on the link below.

A Taste Of What It Was Like

I stepped on the ride. Put on my seatbelt and secured this thing where you place in between your head. There was this young Australian kid sitting next to me, out of nowhere started nudging me and cried 'Tolong, tolong.' Thats probably the only malay word he learned. How convenient.

Oh nothing happened. He just wanted me to fasten his seatbelt. I prayed that I secured it tightly because if he slipped off and died then it kind of would've been my fault.

Anyway, the ride was pretty thrilling. I was not scared by the height. But I get nightmares just thinking of when the ship goes backwards. Everytime the ship goes backwards, you'll feel gravity acting on you thoroughly. You're no longer sitting. You are left dangling with your feet not even touching the ground. Your only hope is for the 'thing between you head' to not give up and hold on to your weight.

Scary stuff.

But after that, nothing was holding me back. I got on all the rides in Sunway Lagoon and it was fun. I'll come back some other day and maybe this time I'd crash at the wet park too, sipping lemonade, looking out for hot guys on surfboards.

Later at about 2pm we headed back to Sunway Pyramid. The ice skating ring was pretty crowded and putting me on slippery surfaces would just be a disaster in the making. So we skipped that and decided to go bowling.

2006-11-30T19:38:00.000-08:00

A couple more hours before take off or should I say "bus off".

Gosh, I'm so funny.

Anyway, Sal and I plan to get together at my house since her dad will be sending the both of us to Klang. My dad thought of sending me at first but my grandma wanted me to be there by 8.00pm so there's no way my dad can make it back home in time.

Jeez, why does she want me to be there so early anyway??!

But, change of plans. Sal's dad decided to come to my house first, take me to Puchong ( Sal's place) and then all of us will go to Klang. Ish, party pooper. Sal and I were planning to rob Petronas station (which is incidently right at the back of my house) off their goodies.

"Snacks on a bus" will just have to wait then.

God, I kill myself sometimes. Did you get that? Snacks on a bus...Snakes on a plane...wahahaha!!!

So, okay, enough grandma talk. I know I have been dedicating my posts to her this past few days. Don't worry, two more posts and I'll be done.

Now, I shall go and dive into my journey of discovering my inner peace.

And while I'm at that, I shall also investigate ' The REAL Reason Why Grandma Decided To Be Nice.'

2006-11-30T00:03:00.000-08:00

Ok, so the the last post was a bit freaky deaky. I don't normally say provoking things, I'm more of a keep- things- to- myself sort of person. Yes, I don't even blog about certain things that I find rather provocative just because I believe I have a strong heart that can withstand any emotional breakdown or point blank anger. But sometimes, I'm only human. I feel weird talking to my uncles about some things so I'd rather blog about it.

I also prefer my brighter side rather than my dark one.

So, my grandma called me up yesterday. If you don't understand bahasa melayu, go learn it. It will be useful at times like these.

Me : Hello
Grandma : Yah, mak cik ni.

What the fuck??!!

Me : Uhm..ni Sheila.
Grandma : Oh Sheila... jadi pergi tak?
Me : Jadi..jadi..
Grandma : Datang sini tau, hari Jumaat ni.
Me : Datang..datang..
Grandma : Siapa yang hantar?
Me : Ayah saya.
Grandma : Bapak kau?! [talk about manners!!]
Me : Ye..ayah saya.

One more reason why I'm clueless about agreeing on this trip is, my grandma is like Chucky the pshyco killing doll. She scares the living daylights out of me. You can see by the way I talk to her. I choose my words nicely. If I run out of words, I'll repeat the same word twice. I get shivers just thinking about being in the same room with her.

Without my mom to run to of course.

Thats why when I got the invitation to go to this trip with her, without so much so thinking about how much I despise public buses, I quickly said yes. Its weird the way she makes me do stuff that I don't normally do or want to do for that matter. I know she's just grandma and grandma's usually spoil their grandchildren but she's a toughie.

The only toughie I know is well, me.

I don't even know what to wear to this trip and its all her fault. My cousin, Sal is also contemplating on what to wear. We both thought of something simple like jeans and some loose top. But then after analyzing things thoroughly, we think jeans are a pretty bad idea. We also came to a conclusion that maybe this whole trip is a pretty bad idea as well.

Ahh to late to back out now.

Sal and I were just talking the other day. She finds it weird that grandma decided to actually invite her to this trip since she's not really her favourite granddaughter. Don't worry, both of us are aware of this. Then I was like maybe she's trying to make it up to you. Sal agreed slightly and was like "Well, its about time since I'm the only grandchild that was named by her."

So thats the reason why Sal's a bit bittter and I don't blame her. I was the first grandchild to be born. My grandma wanted to name me Rabi'ah because I was born on a Wednesday (Rabu).

I KNOW!!! HOW OLD DOES SHE THINK I AM?? 50?? You can't imagine me going around introducing myself as 'Rabi'ah and proceed on telling everyone I like My Chemical Romance.

It just doesn't..seem right. *shudders*

So my dad politely declined (THANK GOD!!). He wanted me to have a universal name that doesn't frame me under one race. Thats how I got the name 'Sheila'. That was before he 'wikipedia-ed' my name and it actually means 'blind' in Gaelic.

Heh, whatever.

Then, 10 months later, Sal was born. Her dad, who is my mom's younger brother thought that since his sister didn't let grandma name her child, he, out of pity maybe, let her name his. Therefore, since Sal was born on a Tuesday, (Selasa) my grandma kindly named her Nur Salasiah.

By the way, unlike me, Sal is half Chinese.

Family stories. Don't you just love them??!!

But thankfully, we're over that. Her and I have accepted the fact that our grandma is one woman you would not want to mess with. Even though her 'rendang' and 'kuih lapis' might just be the only thing we like about her, but she's family so..if she ever decides to choose my husband, I might be okay with it.

Okay, maybe not. But I'll be nice.

Found out yesterday that Nicol David will be getting RM20,000 for defending her world title. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!! So little?? I personally thinks she deserves more. Fine, maybe the government is running out of money since they already gave her a hundred thousand, a condo and whatever else last year but seriously!! Isn't anyone aware that defending some crown is waaaaaay harder than winning it.

Sheesh. Thats why I hate sports.

Right after I finished reading that article my dad started talking to me.

Dad : When are you going to be like her?
Me : Who?
Dad : Nicol David. Look at her. World champion at such a young age. Can you imagine the
amount of money she's making. When are you going to be a world champion?
Me : I'll find a cure for cancer, don't worry.

Pfft, parents.

2006-11-27T05:03:00.000-08:00

You know something is out to get you when upon finding out that your Astro and telephone died, your keyboard decides to crash too. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? I ended up staring at the google search bar for 10 full minutes trying to type in 'Mikey Way Naked' with my brain.

I was desperate, sue me.

As you can see, my keyboard is fine now. The only thing I'm pissed about at the moment is the fact that I missed the most important broadcast..ever. I feel so deprived and in serious need of 11 times more testosterone than normal. I need to see green grass and baby faced iguanas. The cloud is grey and that prawn sambal sure tasted funny.

I missed the Chelsea vs Manchester United game-lah okay.

And I didn't miss it because I slept or drank too much orange soda. I had iced Milo and my Astro is still in coma. Apparently, the new system in Jabatan Astro is still down.

Motherfuckers.

I know, I know. Its not their fault the system is down but I just need someone to blame and since they work in Astro I shall call them motherfuckers until my sweet Astro is revived again. Hopefully soon, which I doubt.

Since I have a lot of negativity right now, I would like to talk about this little thing called 'Freedom Of Speech'. Many Malaysians, young Malaysians especially feels as though and I quote them :

'Malaysia sucks, no freedom of speech.'
'Malaysia is still a third world country where people aren't allowed to say whatever they want to say.'
'Look at *insert western country here*. People there have a voice, and they're better of than us over here.'
'Bladibladibladibladibladibladibla'

************

As a human, I don't like being controlled. When there's a rule, I'll try to break it. When there's no rule, society is a better place. Rules stop me from expressing my inner creativity, my voice, my passion, my feeling of proudness when after saying something rather degrading to someone, that person stares back at me in horror. I love that feeling of being looked up upon. I want to be that person who no one can talk back too because I am so much better than them. People won't stamp on me because I can get to stamp on them first. Like taking candy from a dead child who I just shot. Like drawing cartoons mocking other religion because I think its funny. Like crashing planes into buildings because it beats the shit out of just talking things through.

Its fun isn't it?

I want it. I want to be powerful. I want to be great. I want to be able to express every damn thing thats in my head. So what if its stupid? So what if other people can't take it? So what if other people are hurt by it? SO WHAT?? Who gives a shit about what other people think anyway. My thoughts are important and its important for people to know its important because the importance of it all is that I feel important and I like feeling important because no other shit is important than ME.

Just wait till I get killed, by someone else who thinks they're better than me.

And he will continue my cycle.
And so will the people after him.
Act exactly like me.
And it'll only end, when god plants a nuclear bomb inside of earth and we'll be shattered to bits.

The way I see it, THAT is how its going to REALLY end for good.

Can't wait for the idiotically presidented world to end.

************

My advice, if you want to help the world, make it less than an eventful place to live...

Go fuck someone outside your race. The result of it, you'll produce a human being who RESPECTS other religions and beliefs, wholly. Why?? Because that baby is made up from two different races. That baby will never feel the need to judge other races. That baby will soon grow to be someone who thinks about other people rather than their own self.

He'll grow up to be someone who's CONSIDERATE. He has first hand experience on how it feels like to deal with two different races because he IS two different races. He's family is made up of two different looking people. Doesn't matter if his dad is purple and his mom is turqoise, they're still his parents. Doesn't matter one cousin is fuchia and the other cousin is magenta, they're still his relatives. Doesn't matter if the world has fucked up looking people, they're STILL humans.

Why can't you people fucking see that??

I've been confused about my race since ever. I hate dwelling on it because it frustrates me. But it has shaped me into someone who's fully appreciative about other people's difference and the fact that I need to think about what I say before I say it.

All this talk about freedom of speech shit, should just end. If you can't say something nice, then don't say it. If you want to degrade someone, keep it to yourself. If you want to voice out something you're not happy about, rather than contribute to the amazing noise pollution that we already have, why don't YOU do something about it.

I'm okay with the fact that the government doesn't allow TOTAL freedom when it comes to sensitive issues. Sensitive issues are called sensitive issues because its FUCKING sensitive. Why is that so hard to understand? Why do we still need to point out that this race teaches dings and that religion teaches dongs.

Why the need to criticize? Are we so much better than other people? Are we the only ones with problems? I mean, I get so fed up when A says something about B and B gets defensive, telling A that if he's not happy he can go back to wherever he's from, oblivious of the fact that B doesn't belong here either.

Its God's land, NONE of us have full custody of it.

Yes, if you DO stop masturbating and watch the news once in a while you'll know what I'm talking about.

Of course there are things that I'm not happy about. Like the 'hak keistimewaan' the Malays get. Its not fair, I know. What about other races? Aren't they 'istimewa' too? Isn't that what we promote to the world. The fact that people here are treated equally no matter the race and religion.

Non Malays will think that I don't understand how they feel. Yes, you're right. I DON'T understand how you feel. I've been brought up as a Malay, my mom wants me to marry a Malay guy, have a Malay wedding, get a Malay kid and live a Malay livestyle because some buttheads associate Malays with Islam which is pathetic.

I'm a Muslim, proud of it.

But I'm not a Malay. I'm also not an Indian. I'm BOTH. Get that through your thick skulls.

I'm not conceited, but I wish every kid ever born is like me or atleast be as considerate as I am. I wish every kid was mixed so that he won't go around promoting how swell his race is.

I have my Malay side of the family, my Indian side of the family and I go to school where 95 percent of the population is Chinese. I KNOW how everyone feels about living in Malaysia.

Indians are basically the forgotten race.
Chinese are the ones who complain a lot.
Malays have the most priviledges, but they're greedy, so they want more.

Yes, I've striked a notch there. Some of you might be pissed of at that. But its the sad truth. My Indian friends have given up on everything seeing as there's no point for them to even prove something since they'll always be the race no ones cares about. My Chinese friends can't wait to graduate and get the hell out of Malaysia because they feel more at home in Singapore. My Malay friends don't really care much because they can easily score a place to study Medicine, and they're not even aware that Malay doctors are getting dumber as we speak.

I feel so... sad. I really do. After 50 years of Independence, we are still fighting for rights. We may not be doing it physically but we're still at each other's throats.

I also feel bad. I feel bad for every race that feels like they're not being treated equally because I know they aren't. But the reality is, we can NEVER be happy.

I feel helpless the most because I can't do anything about it.

Its unfair.

I love all my friends. I don't see any difference when I look at them. Not because I'm short sighted, because I feel like there is NO difference. I feel it. There's a difference between seeing it and feeling it. Physically we vary, but we have the same beating heart inside.

I just don't get why other people can't feel it too.

2006-11-20T02:57:00.000-08:00

Imagine this.

You're at home, its the school holidays and you have a thousand things planned. You're not much of a go-outer so you find pleasure in just sitting at home and watching every episode of Real World Key West. On top of that, you've also been planning to phone your best friend that you haven't talked to in a while just to catch up on things and letting her know that High School Musical is not what everyone is talking about right now. Life, at that moment seem to be giving a lot of hope

But then, thunder strikes.

Literally.

Your Astro dies. It no longer shows any sign of life. The numbers 17, 70, and 71 has now become a distant memory. You are left with a blank screen that only shows two flippin channels. And then you start to feel helpless, you feel like you're going to die..of boredom. You quickly grabbed on to the phone hoping your best friend could bring you back to life. Hope, was to no avail. There was no sound on the other line. No 'beep beep', no 'eeeeeee' not even 'eeeee beep eeeee beep eeeee beep'. You stared at the phone dejectedly. You press the number '7' many many times but you hear nothing. You fumble through the wires, but that just made it worse. You were at your wits end. The last resort was to bang the phone against the wall, but your mother came, stopped you, gave you a 'what-the-fuck' look and said 'I may have to call Telekom'. You look up to the ceiling for strength to carry on. Your mind wanders to your other best friend, the Internet. You feel a burst of energy so you quickly logged on to the computer. It connected. You feel like you're on top of the world, but that was before you met Mozilla Firefox. Mozilla was being an ass. It won't display any pages just because, well, you have no idea why. Suddenly, you were automatically signed out of MSN, your computer starts to hang and BAM everything goes dark. Later you curse yourself for switching on the computer during the thunderstorm.

And that my friend, is how it felt like to be me for five whole minutes.

Anyway, my dad's at work so I decided on ordering pizza for lunch and my mom said ok.

HAH! Don't you just hate me.

Are my expectations getting higher or are the pizza's at Pizza Hut getting smaller? I specifically ordered two pizza's, large and medium but it definitely, in my view, came medium and extra small. Jeez, what a rip off. From now on, I am not going to order pizza's anymore. Seriously, I don't even like pizza. For some reason all of it taste the same to me.

Tomato puree and burnt.

So, about a week ago I agreed on going to Langkawi with my grandma, accompanying her and her posse' to a trip north so she could do some shopping on the 1st of December. Sal, my cousin said she was going to go and wanted me to come along. I just wanted to get the hell out of my house and have a gossipthon with my cousin. This is a trip like no other. My grandma does this like 5 times a year, but in different places and no, she's not HELL rich.

Lets see, a normal family under budget will opt for a plane ride from Air Asia that will reach Langkawi approximately 45 minutes.

A not so normal family which basically consist of about fifteen 60 year olds and two clueless teenagers will opt to go waaaay under budget. A bus ride that will leave at 11:00pm at night and arrive at Langkawi 5 hours later. Not forgetting the vomit prone ride by ferry from the main island to Langkawi.

Brilliant.

Oh and we're not going to stay at some swanky hotel either. It will be like the Matrix. Arrive at Langkawi at about 6:00am, do the most shopping possible, then at 11:00pm the SAME day, hop on a bus for another 5 hour ride home.

I wonder what will happen to my fragile body that only rests when in contact with beds. I worry about my neck, that will definitely break halfway through the ride since we're expected to sleep on the bus. I hope I don't get a headache and vomit on someone's lap when in the ferry. To top it off, eating time will be VERY unregular.

My mom had the nerve to assure me that maybe the bus will stop for lunch during its 5 hour NIGHT ride.

So why in the world did I agreed on going?? Hell, I have no idea. I suprised the living hell out of myself when I thought a bus ride to Langkawi can't be THAT bad. I mean, I won't even consider going to One Utama which is like 10km away from my place if I had to freakin step on a bus. Therefore I wonder, maybe its the teenage ego kicking in. I remember quite clearly pointing out that if a 60 year old woman can do this, without the slightest hitch, why can't I?? I'm younger, physically stronger, I'm not going through any mid life crisis, my period cycle is a-ok, so why in the world can't I do it??!!

Thats THE reason why ( I think ) that I agreed on doing this. Or maybe, I just want to start pushing myself. I've always been a coward. I'll never do things that I think is a waste of time and energy. If it ain't important, I ain't doing it. I'm not much of a risk taker either. I will work my bloody butt off to find a safer way of solving things rather then take the risk and handle the consequences later. To me its a good thing. But maybe sometimes its a better to take a risk. Thats what life is I guess. You'd always remember the weird or stupid things that you do as long as you live. No matter how pathetic it was, the beauty of it is that you remember.

This trip would've not even crossed my mind. But I want to do it. Why? Just to remember that I have done it.

Furthermore, it would probably psyche me up when I try to brush of my fears on the day that I will try and conquer The Pirate's Revenge.

But thats going to be a whole different rant on a whole different day.

2006-11-16T22:36:00.000-08:00

The whole of this morning was basically spent on reading other people's blog. It started with Kenny Sia and continued to a couple of 15 to 17 year olds who hates people who only NOW decided to like My Chemical Romance. At first, I didn't really mind it but then it got to a point where I felt the pimple on my knee was about to burst.

Lets RANT shall we??!!

I'm going to start with the My Chemical Romance phase that I'm currently going through right now. I admit that I did not like them at first. I thought musically they were all over the place. The guitar riffs and Gerard's constant yelling at some point brought the ache to my head. You know, headaches? I assume that they were not going to last long since they were constantly over doing things. Sooner or later people are going to get bored. But I was wrong. Ever since 'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)' was played on MTV all everyone could talk about was how cool this band is. It became quite annoying when 'Helena' came out and everyone thought that it was such a "powerful" video what with the dead girl who's supposedly dead decides to make herself undead and do some carousel dancing but then probably got a heart attack or something crawled under her skirt and she died again. Talk about emo overload.

I'm aware that the use of the word 'emo' in that sentence may not make any sense just because after 16 years of living I still don't know what the heck emo means and I've come to a decision that I will try every flavour ice cream in Baskin Robbins and won't be giving a flying goose about what emo actually means.

As I was saying, some people moved on from Simple Plan to MCR while some people still think Pierre is cute and Gerard needs to shower and shampoo his hair once in while. Everyone was pushing me to listen to MCR but I kept my ground saying that I'll stick with simple pop rather than 'We'll-Meet-Again-When-Both-Our-Cars-Collide' even though at time, after a rest from Simple Plan I'd blast Three Days Grace on my PC. Therefore, yes I DID NOT like MCR before. I saw their Three Cheers album everywhere but I was more tempted to spent RM40 on cleansing my forehead.

But things changed. I was doing some work while listening to Fly.fm and some kid requested 'Welcome To The Black Parade' by MCR and I thought, 'Oh god, not them again.' But being the patient person that I am, I decided to give them a shot. So the first two verse came along and I automatically changed the station to Hitz.fm and Sexy Back was playing.

Ahh the wonders of that song.

Ok fine, there's a rule that says only judge a song when you've already heard the chorus. I heard the first two verse and I thought it was some cry for help song, you know, the usual MCR so I never even waited for the chorus. I was sure it was going to be a rock ballad from MCR, and just the thought of ballads and MCR gave me the heeba jeebies.

To cut the story short, I finally did stumble upon the chorus and the whole song of course and thought it was the most brilliant song ever made in 2006. You know its a good song when it completely changed your perception of the band and decided to postpone your forehead cleansing and buy the album a week after it was released. THAT was how brilliant the song is to me. To top it off, they had a very cool video which started of kinda bleh but entertaining throughout. All those times I complained about Gerard looking rather unhygenic with that long oily hair were stopped abruptly when I saw that he actually washed his face.

And yeah his hair was short and blonde. Weird, but clean to say the least.

After all that, only NOW I consider myself a My Chemical Romance fan much to the "earlier" fans despair. They think the only reason why I like them now is because they're popular and Mikey is hot. I do admit that they are popular and Mikey IS hot but seriously speaking those were not the reason why I only like them now. The real reason is because MCR has really pushed themselves up to a point where they are actually worth listening too. They were not that great before, but they are great now so thats why I like them...now.

I'm aware that the word 'now' has been used rather thoroughly throughout that paragraph. Until someone comes up with a diffrent word for 'now' I shall use the word 'now' for now.

So to all the "real" MCR fans who were supporting them from the start, buying their second album, spent 8 hours on the internet to get their first album, bought their (forgot the title) DVD with merches and stuff, just because you liked them earlier doesn't mean that the new set of fans aren't important. We are responsible for expanding the fanbase and trust me, no matter how underground an artist is they have dreams of being popular and making lots of money. MCR is popular now, so accept the fact that a lot of people are going to dig them. So what if the only reason they like MCR is because of how orgasmic Frank is, atleast with more fans, the band decides to come out with more albums, and we the music lovers can get a free flow of good music for many years to come.

But seriously you guys, go buy the new MCR album. Its worth every penny.

Next on my rant-to-do list is Panic! At The Disco. Firstly I would like to confess to all the 'earlier' MCR fans that I know exactly how you feel when some 'new' fan decides to tell you the whole life story of Mikey's glasses even though you already have that story embedded in your left aorta. You feel like spanking them and drown them in some sewage pot.

The same thing is happening to me right now. I've heard of P!ATD sometime last year, (Kist wouldn't stop telling me how great they were) so I downloaded all the songs from their album because I knew this band is pretty unknown on TRL therefore the chances of their music being played on MTVAsia would be zero. So, at first I thought they sounded weird, nothing like I've ever heard of before. Songs about wedding and testosterone was something new to me. Eventually, I started liking them. The songs, in my opinion were great. I burned their songs on my CD and it stayed in my CD player for 2 months. I could not stop listening to them.

Then of course, I stopped listening to them. I overplayed all their songs and could practically sing every song in my sleep. SUDDENLY, I saw their 'I bhewbfhbwfhwbf Tragedies' video (I still think they song titles are pretty damn long) on Channel [V] and I was like 'WHOA..VIDEO!!' I thought it was going to stop there, but noooooo. MTV decided to catch up, Fly.fm started to have it on demand and Hitz.fm continued doing what they were good at, playing popular music.

And here I was laughing and pointing at these media thingies probably because they kept saying how P!ATD is a new band and NO ONE has ever heard of them before. Truthfully, I felt it. I felt what it was like to be...COOL. What it felt to be...IN. What it felt like to be...DIFFERRENT. For once I felt somewhat powerful that I discovered this band before MTV did and felt like people should bow and worship me.

My moment of glory was cut short when people in school started talking to me about P!ATD. They tell me things that I already know about the band. To make it worse, they make it sound as though they 'discovered' the band and that they should tell me everything there is to know about P!ATD so that I would not be left out or seem uncool. Of course, once in a while I feel like telling them that I heard about this band waaay before and that they should shut the bloody fuck up because I know more about P!ATD then anyone else outside the Myspace world and leave me alone because my Bio project is not going to finish up by itself. Oh well, I felt like saying that but to me its a little childish and pretty blunt.

But of course, if I did say it then it would just make me a freakin hypocrite. Even more after all that stuff I wrote about MCR's earlier fans. I'm not exactly sure now what it was I wanted to point out but I think that its about me being so bored at home when I should go out and try every flavour ice cream in Baskin Robbins.

Hey, a rant would not be a rant if it made sense now, would it?!

Anyway, my younger brother got his UPSR result slip yesterday. No matter what his result were, people don't have the right to compare him with me. We're two different human beings. Outside and inside. Just because we share the same DNA that doesn't mean we have the same IQ level. We have different interest and different dislikes even though we live under the same roof or better yet stayed in the same womb for 9 months.

He likes strawberry shake, I hate strawberry shake like fresh hell
He supports Chelsea, I support Manchester United
He thinks Kian looks like a girl,I think Kian is a flaming hot manly man
He failed one of his subjects, I aced mine
He likes to cook, I despise switching on the stove
He wants to be a formula 1 driver, I want a bloody boyfriend
He likes to socialize, I dislike homo sapiens literally

Thats only a few of our differences. But why is that people can accept all our differences except the one in bold? Its pathetic because they talk about my brother and me as though its okay to compare. They always tell me that I'll do good in life because I aced a couple of exams but how are they so sure? Why can't they say the same about my brother? Just because getting A's does not come easy for him, does that mean his future would be in jeopardy?

HELL NO.

Personally, I think my brother turn out better as a human being than I am. He's always talking to people and sharing the things he has. He has a lot of love for everyone, even myself and I know that. He doesn't judge people like I do. To think that he's only 12 years old and acting like a good human being compared to me, who's already 16, halfway through life already yet I still act like some spoiled sensitive person is just embarassing. So, no matter how annoying my brother can be to me sometimes I wish for him to have a not just a better life but a great one because of all the people here with me, he deserves it the most.

Also, when he does gets rich and famous, I can maybe borrow some money to hire thugs to kill the bitches that stole my favourite shoes.

2006-11-14T04:26:00.000-08:00

Last week was officially the last day of school for the form four's this year. The holidays hasn't sunk on me yet. I still feel like I should finish up my Add Maths homework that I never touched since two weeks ago. For some reason, I kind of miss school. School as in the environment of being in school.

Dreading every hour of Physics...
Trying to stay awake during Biology...
Hoping Mr Z falls flat on his face on the way to class...

Those type of environments, you know?

Of course I'm happy that school for this year is over. No more homework to clash with my tv time, no more extra smart classmates to deal with and also no more tochure in seeing Chuan Chuen and Michelle lip locking at the back of the class again.

Eugh.

Nothing againts those two. Its just the idea of people MY age being so intimate up to a point where saliva is involve sort of grosses me out. I mean sure, I would like to kiss a guy someday but NOT with some inexperience 16 year old who thinks Ragnarok is a religion. Yeah yeah, I know its not fair for me to say this now since my oh so sweet sixteen would end in about less than two months, most definitely not long enough for me to find a guy worth kissing but thats beside the point. The point is, its EW.

The idea of playing tonsil hockey in every Science lab is not very appealing either.

Oh well, young love. So pure and short lasting. Give it another three weeks and they'll probably start stabbing each others eyes with mechanical pencils.

Anyway, this will be a very short update and err it sort of ends here.

Yep.

2006-10-20T08:55:00.000-07:00

So its been a while since I last updated. Ok ok, a LOOOOOOOOONG while but hey, a girl gotta live. No offence Yorsh. Seriously, this has nothing to do with you. I know you're a frequent updater I mean you're always updating and I think its good that you have so much time on your hands and college life doesn't seem to affect your priorities when it comes to blogging but it definitely doesn't concern the fact that I feel like a lazy ass everytime I bump into your updated blog and I've just realised that I'm starting to blab again so I'll stop right now.

But for real, this has NOTHING to do with you at all Yorshee dear.

In other depressing news, I totally effed up my exam results. Puns totally intended. For once, I blame myself because I do realize that I have not been giving much effort into my studies. I knew I suck at last minute studying but I did it anyway. So, I can't blame the teachers for setting god damn hard papers, I can't blame society for pressuring todays youth on getting good grades, I can't blame my parents for transfering average ol me into an above average school oh and also I can't blame the world for existing.

Its my fault.

But don't worry, (heh, not like you would) because I have learned my lesson. No more last minute studying. I'm not smart enough to do that anymore. I got away with it twice and I am so not going to take the risk for the next huge exam.

This is one of those entries that I hope my parents would accidently stumble upon just to assure them that I'm not one of those teenage girls who spents hours online trying to find a flippin boyfriend to whisk me away to never never land. Jeez, how old do they think I am?? 15??

So, where was I? Oh yeah, Hari Raya is coming up. I'm not as excited as most of my friends are just because my family has the lamest way of celebrating Hari Raya. While most families leave three days early to their respective kampungs and have buka puasa with the whole extended family and all those cool stuff, my family, well our Hari Raya starts on the day of Raya itself. The day before, we would plan to wake up early like 6:00am to get ready, go for prayers and drive aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way to err Puchong. Yeah, I know Puchong is not aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way from PJ but I like to make it seem as though it is and Puchong is my kampung, even though its not.

Anyway, what will really happen is, the whole family will be late because we stayed up the night before eating jam tarts while watching some hindi movie, my mom will start PMS-ing and starts yelling at me and my bro to wake up and get ready. My bro will take half a day to bathe and my mom will attack me for not getting in the bathroom first. I start flipping off at my bro who will most probably be sleeping in the bathroom. While all of this is happening, my dad will sit quietly at one corner, sipping coffee while reading the newspaper. Later, we'll get stuck in the traffic jam and start blaming each other for eating too many jam tarts.

Don't you just love family planning??

But you know what, Hari Raya seems to keep giving me suprises. So hopefully, I'll have a good one this time.

So, what else? Nope, I am not going to talk about school or whatever else thats school related. I just, well lets just say I don't feel like the 'new' student anymore. Apart from the rest of the kids here making me look like a freakin dumbass, I think maybe transfering to this school wasn't such a bad idea after all. I got to make new friends, new crushes, new potential victim on my murder list so on and so forth. I still miss my old school, my old friends and everything but sometimes I think change is good. You can't always stay in your comfort zone because that way, you won't be aware of what the world outside of you has to offer. I've just only changed to a new school and that only has taught me more about myself than I could even imagine.

I mean, who knew I could have the hots for a chinese guy?? But okay, seriously, a lot more about myself that I could even imagine.

I guess thats all for now. Its like 2:00am right now and I need to go to bed. But expect frequent updates from now on.

2006-09-08T04:18:00.000-07:00

I'm back.

Not permanently since my final exams are like next next week. Its starts on Thursday, 21st of September and ends on October 5th. You guys must be wondering 'wahhh so early, meh??' Well..

DON'T YOU THINK I'M AWARE OF THAT ALREADY!!

It is early. I'm not liking it, but heck who am I to change the system. So, expect this to be my update for the next two to three weeks. Don't worry, after the exams are over I'll be back bitching and blogging again.

So anyway, we finally have a class to permanently study in. Since the Form 5's will be in the hall until well, forever, WE the kids who have suffered internal injury from all the long walks after every god damn period have taken over. Imagine the innocent excitement that was felt on the day that we're going to 'move and STAY'. That was before we figure out that class 5 Angsana is situated in block D which is close to THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANET! Just as we entered the class, panting, it was nice to see the class all decorated with the national flags since it was still Merdeka Month and some inter class competiton was still being held. There was a slogan up front near the board that says 'Raise A Flag' in big bold letters. But some creative genius ripped off the 'l' and it became 'Raise A Fag' instead.

Such kids.

To other more suprising things, 'WH' and Sam decided to finally go public and not let their urging affections of each other be limited during Biology, Physics and Chemistry periods only. They found a perfect place, right at the back of the class in order to be with each other at all times.

They're sitting next to each other-lah what else??

I think it is about time for me to explain the Sam-WH situation. Just to clear a few things up, NO they are NOT gay. I know, I've been calling them that since like...the first time I set foot in this school which was like 7 months ago, but no, they are not sexually in love with each other.

Thats what I tell myself anyway and almost believed it but Sam just had to ruin my good clean thoughts by announcng to the class yesterday, that it was 'WH's birthday and we should all sing a birthday song for the 'warrior'. The singing part didn't suprise me since we do it everytime but WH?? Warrior?? Why?? Jeez Sam, STOP giving me provoking ideas!!

Hah..they're not gay.

I think.

For real, they aren't.

I will never know for sure, would I? Ah well, I have the whole of next year to figure out about these two.

The sad thing is, I rarely get to see Johann these days what with his SPM trials and all. Don't remember Johann?
-was first mistaken as Jonathan (me and my eyesight problems)
-hot Form 5 debater
-has a hot friend named Roger
-was showering shirtless with Manimogan in front of everyone in school
-has his name written in permanent marker on all the doors in the girls toilet.

I know, crazy right? I'm gonna miss that boy and his antics since he's leaving for most probably college next year.

Moving along now, I know its old news but like everyone I know, Steve Irwin's death came to me as a huge suprise. You guys are probably bored with all the condolences thats been thrown around everyday. But I just have to say that he was a good man, with good intentions and its a waste for him to just go like that. I couldnt' believe it at first because a part of me still has the 12 year old mind. I mean, Steve was 'THE Crocodile Hunter' and I never thought that THE Crocodile Hunter could you know....die. I may not have been the BIGGEST fan of him since I thought he was a bit dramatic at times and he was always fascinated by like EVERYTHING that moves and it sort of pisses the hell outta me. But I guess, thats the reason why everyone no matter if they were a fan or not, would definitely feel the loss of a guy who despite everything thats been going on in this world, is so full of life and brought smiles or maybe laughter for the most of us (the crikey and gorgeous bits gets me all the time) to everyone that watches him living his dream till the day he died. R.I.P Steve Irwin Crocodile Hunter

Hey, I still have my sensitive side okay.

While I'm on the subject of sensitive, I want to talk about the first band who made me discover music and hormones, at the same time.

Westlife.

Yeah yeah, close the window, stop reading, start dissing Sheila for liking this band or as everyone call them boy band who sings other people's song and as my dad likes to call them 'copycats'. The truth is, I have evolved musically for the past 4 years or so and have started listening to what people refer to as "real music" whatever that is. I have found the beauty of music in all genre and not just from a specific band. I am honest when I say I listen to all type of music.

Except hip hop. I can never like this genre. Oh well.

So, I would've never found Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Blue October, Simple Plan even and all the other artists imaginable if it wasn't for Westlife. Yes, seriously.

Lets make a confession here, YES I still like Westlife, maybe not as much but I will definitely remember them as long as I live and I will definitely tell my grandkids about them if I ever get to live that long.

So, why the Westlife talk you ask? Well, I dunno, I do this every year especially towards the end of the year. I would play all my Westlife CD's and just take it in, remembering all the times I got so effing excited when there's a Westlife song on tv. All those times I cheered when a Westlife song when to number one. Its not just that though. I would also think about all those time when I was so innocent and full of joy with nothing to worry about. No depression, no frustration, no anger or jealousy no..nothing. Just, happy and looking forward to the age of 18, the day I could finally drive a damn car which is oh so cool, meeting boys in college, falling in love with the most perfect guy in the world, preferbly Kian from Westlife, be a famous lawyer, be rich, get married in Genting (don't ask) and live happily ever after.

I'm glad this blog is only read by three people.

Weird how life always don't always go the way you want them to. For example, I thought Westlife would go on, forever. Tell me, how would a girl at the age of 13 feel when she finds out that Bryan wants to leave Westlife, he finally did leave Westlife, went solo and started dissing Westlife, Westlife songs can't even make it in the top ten, Kian never waited for her to grow up and went and found himself a drop dead gorgeous girfriend, Mark announcing that he's gay and Westlife's failed attempt of a major come back.

Funny how thats only a minor of a change compared to what I've been going through for the past three years. Lets not get me started on my life changes because that'll just take up the bandwidth and blogger would sue me.

Even so, I decided to check out some Westlife videos . I'm glad I stumbled upon these videos on youtube. Its not just memories that come with it but its also a joy to see these guys moving on. Or rather make a fool of themselves just to make fans like me go 'WTF do they think they're doing??!!" Of all the video I found, I decided to put up three of my favourite ones.

First Video [Westlife : The Best of Chums]

This video is my favourite of Kian. Who knew the boy could act?? If you're wondering, thats actually from some tv show in the UK where celebrities come on and do a short skit. I love this video so much, especially seeing Kian in that Mcdonald outfit claiming that he's an air steward and acting all gay. How can you not adore the guy?

Second Video [Shane and Kian Striptease]

I know the sound is a bit bad, but thats not the point of the video. I've always thought that the Westlife boys are mature looking and would never sell themselves sexually for attention. Imagine the SHOCK I had when I first saw that video. Good god, that was delightfully uncomfortable. Not that I'm complaining or anything. FYI, Kian used to striptease before he joined Westlife, thats why he looks like he's done it a thousand times. Which he did.

Oh well, my time is up. I think I've written almost everything that needs to be said for now. Shall be back, soon. Before I go, if you girls are in a bad mood, feeling like shit and just want to end your life, don't. Go meet a phsychologist. If thats too hard, then watch this video. My favourite Westlife video of all time. I almost cried when I saw this video earlier because its been a loooooooooooong time since I last saw it. Even though I've matured in many ways, the feelings I got when I watched this video was the same feeling I had when I first saw the video. Go check it out. Cute guys fooling around. Whats more fun than that? Don't blame me if you get the song stuck in your head because beware, its catchy and addictive. Atleast to me it is.

Third Video [Westlife-When You're Looking Like That]

2006-08-03T04:30:00.000-07:00

Is it just me or does the Chinese have this ability or rather the knack to do everything...fast. I was in the canteen after school eating lunch. I'm quite sure I was one of the first one to buy lunch. It was this dish called (I'm not sure if its right but this was what I heard) 'Ying Yang'. Its like noodles in some gooey soup.

Its the shit baby. In a good way. I'll remember not to associate food with shit anymore, okay?

So there I was eating professionally with a pair of chopsticks. 10 minutes later, I looked around and saw that everyone was done. Like..everyone in the whole damn canteen!! And I was only halfway done. Are they fast or am I slow?? I'm postive that I'm one of the fastest eaters in the whole of PJ.

Once again, I am wrong.

Its not just with the eating, they even talk, walk and finish their homework fast. The thing thats bothering me is the fact that I feel so damn slow. Like a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter slow. God, I am seriously failing to blend in with the crowd and I've never failed before. I still remember the time I that I could switch from 'high school prom bitch queen' to 'loser who hates westlife' just like *snaps fingers* that. I could even change my route of topic in an instant. This day I'm talking about how we need to appreciate all music as it is and the next day I would be telling people how much I want to kill bands like Coldplay.

Call me a freakin poser or a fake but atleast I was damn good at being a fake poser.

Now I end up talking to people who I thought I won't even associate with. Associate as in the type of people who won't get me or get irritated by me. The type of people who would always remain as 'that kid with big hair' or 'that dude who laughs like a hyena and 'that chick with colourful braces.' Get what I mean?

I'm not exactly sure where this post is going...but I just needed to vent that out.

Anyway, we had out Cool House project on display today. The mission was to build a house with good ventilation so that the temperature inside the house is lower than the outside. Basically after two weeks of hard work and..and..stuff, it was cancelled. The weather today wasn't sunny enough. It looked as though it was going to rain. We were sitting at the terrace trying to stay awake. I was so bored to the core that I ended up sitting next to Jasper and arguing about who's house is gonna survive if it rains. He asked what I was gonna do with the house after all of this is done and I was like 'I dunno. We'll see.' He said that he wanted to set fire in his house to see if the smoke will rise through the chimney.

+_+'

Jasper were one of the few people who I thought I would never associate with. I'm wrong again ay. But we did have a jolly good time pointing and laughing at 'WH's' group whose roof went flying across the field.

That was...strangely funny.

Thank god its Friday tomorrow. There's just something about Fridays that gives me the extra urge to sleep late and watch tv.

2006-07-27T04:47:00.000-07:00

Gahh I'm so full. I never thought I would like pasta or anything related to it. Italian food to me are just...blergh. Well except pizza. But on a second thought, I don't really like pizza that much either.

Hmm..

Yep, so my mom made pasta today. She says we needed a change. Pfft, thats a total cover up for 'I-Have-No-Idea-What-To-Cook'. The only thing is now, I think I've just realised that I ate too much. My head's all heavy and I feel so effing sleepy and its only 4 minutes to 8pm.

Gosh, blame me for being so effing hungry!

Anyway yesterday, some teacher came into our class and asked if we wanted to go to SMK La Salle for some anti crime campaign. Ay first everyone were like 'No thanks. Maybe some other time.' But after finding out that we'll be missing two periods of Physics and two periods of Add Maths and well, basically miss the whole day of school everyone were like 'I'm in. Count me in. I'm so going!.'

So thats what we did today, went to SMK La Salle. It was already raining upon arrival. Then, all of us were ushered to the hall. The school was quite dimmed. Reminded me a lot of prisons. The hall was painted dark peach and green.

I know, WTF right.

To tell you the truth, it was a boring trip. I should've like skip school and stayed at home instead. We didn't learn anything today. The only thing I did that was partly interesting was going back and forth taking free cups of Milo and Vico. The school wasn't that great either. Yes, I'm dissing the school. So what? The kids were rude, the boys need to get laid and the school needs to get a better sound system.

Oh yeah, and repaint the building too.

Ok, so I have issues with the school, sue me!

And getting home was not very smooth either with Jonathan singing '100 Beers Bottles On The Wall' with his fake pre-pubescent voice.

I'm so not in the mood right now. Don't know why I even bothered to update.

2006-07-24T01:37:00.000-07:00

Today started off with a special assembly about the launch of this thing called the 'Soccerthon'. We were made to wait for the special guest to come before starting the assembly. Being the true Malaysian that this person is, he was late by almost 20 minutes.

So, Soccerthon'a aim is to collect money for the school, basically. They're planning to extend the walkways from the front gate until the back gate which I thought was waaay cool because come on, walkways are like the best. Other than that, they're also planning to install four extra fans in each classroom saying its way easier to maintain fans than air conditioners. Of course, when the leader of our PIBG body was telling us how important it was for us to collect as much as we can, we were like.."Oh, they're using us again." He then later noticed our lack of ethusiasm and stated that, during last year's 'Walkathon' the school managed to abolish the toiltets and make new ones and now, our school has one of the most cleanest toiltes in the country.

...........err okay.

Anyway, the prizes that they're giving to the highest contributor are so bloody awesome. FYI, all the prizes are imported from Germany which at first didn't really excite us because the prizes on stage looked more like those sold in Petaling Street. But when the teacher explained what it really was, lets just say for once I may actually put an effort into collecting money.

First prize : Medallions from 10 countries who were winners from the last 10 World Cup [Limited Edition=I really really want]

Second Prize :An official mini ball from FIFA and buffet for two in Shang Ri La hotel. [Not bad]

Third Prize :A FIFA notebook and two concert tickets to a concert of your choice. In KL of course. [Throw in some backstage passes=This prize would've not sucked so much.]

After that we had English, which we didn't really study because there was only like 10 minutes left. We had PE coming, and I changed this time since Mrs E promised to let us play softball. Anyway, Mrs E aim for today was to kill me with the ball. I had to catch the ball with this 'weird-looking-hand-crushing' glove. While other kids were enjoying throwing low velocitied balls at each other, Mrs E was like throwing bullets at my face and stomach. She did let me hit the ball with this 'whack thingy' for a couple of times. I missed hit the third shot and the ball went flying straight to some guy's groin.

Ouch.

Mrs E quickly took away the 'whack thingy' from me.

Later, after recess, we had two periods of Chemistry. Diyana mentioned that Mrs L2 was absent which I thanked god because both my shoulders were not cooperating since the bullet shots incident I had with Mrs E. We laze around in the lab doing nothing. There was this girl, Mariam who came to pay some of her friends a visit. Apparently, she use to go this school, but then her dad got tranfered in Thailand so she had to go there and now, her dad got transfered back here and she's studying in some International school in KL for now. So Lisa, Aida and Farhana were with her most of the time (they were probably close friends before she left the school). But then I saw Diyana sitting all by herself writing stuff. Then, she told me it has been like this for the past four years. She may looked like she's in the 'group' with Aida, Lisa and Farhana but when it comes to 'real friends' stuff like hanging out after school or go to parties, she was rarely invited nor cared about.

Well, I felt real bad for her. She kept quiet after that and continued writing while I was left there thinking.

Which comes to my topic of the day. Popular and Unpopular. I have been on both sides. For the past 16 years of my life I know what it feels like to be in the centre of attention and to get as much attention as that pillar next to the canteen. Its never fun being unpopular but its also god damn annoying to be popular. Either way, I have been blessed with the power to choose on being popular or not. There is a way to be popular, you have to work for it. There's also a way to be unpopular, which you never really have to work to make it happen, just pick a spot and give people the Darth Vader Glare. Not to much work now is it? But what saddens me the most is too see the unpopular kids being treated like reference books and the popular kids getting more than they can handle. Example :

The class never even sung a belated birthday song for Cai Li but used 15 minutes during the English period to sing a birthday song and to present a chocolate cake, with balloons and Roxy accesories for Tze En.

Get the picture?

So to conclude my topic of the day, well I have no basic conclusion. I just had to rant. Bleh..

But I do have to tell about my err whacking experience last week. After playing Charades for EST, we had to go the hall for some police presentation. Basically we were gonna go in there and watch something. Guess what he had to watch??

Live Ass Whacking on Naked Men. (well they closed the front part)

It was so fucking ar5gh!! I know these are criminals and yeah they should be whacked but, can't they like bleep the butt or decrease the volume whenever the whipping is taking place. Most of us in the hall were either covering our ears or eyes during the whole presentation. I sweared some of them even cried. To make things worse, they even had a close up for this certain butt that had 10 extreme whips of the rattan.

Yes, we were forced to see the skin pealed off and the blood that started oozing out on the first whip itself.

Lets just say, dinner didn't really taste to good that day.

2006-07-17T02:41:00.000-07:00

Once again my weekends were ruined by some mega ass virus. Ok fine, it wasn't something big like a virus or anything but it was mega ass.

Mega ass flu and mega ass sore throat.

This is going to be a mega short update because I have to seriously start studying now.

Fine, I'll stop with the 'mega' now.

We had our Diagnostic Test today. I love this sort of tests. Its like taking a survey and no one would care how good or bad your score is. Too bad my class takes every test seriously. I mean, I can still remember how laid back I was with the rest of my ex-classmates last year. When we heard about the Diagnostic Test and found out what the main purpose was, everyone literally got together and sweared in the name of chocolate cheesecake that we would purposely fail the test so that the government would take that into consideration and give us an easier PMR paper.

Gosh, those were the days.

So anyway, first paper was Chemistry. It was hard to purposely fail this one because..it was so damn hard. I don't even know what I was doing half the time. Especially towards the end when calculations were involved. As much as I don't get Add Maths, this subject could probably be worse.

After that was Physics. This paper was like trying to play a joke at us. I can't exactly remember what the first question was but it went something like this :

"A boy with a mass of 50kg runs with a velocity of 1.5 metre per second and lands on a trolley with a mass of 20kg which later moves at a velocity of 0.5 metre per second."

Question: What is the mass of the trolley?

Everyone basically took a good 10 minutes to answer this question. I was like "Is this some sick joke?? Are they trying to be sarcastic?? But anyway, Physics was way way easier than Chemistry. Thats why I love this subject so much.Logics are my thing maybe. Salt solutions and calcium carbonate should just be stored in the fridge rather than being studied in school.

Thats what I think anyway.

Is it just me or are there too many Jonathan's in this world? There's an annoying one in my class. There's a very tempting one in another class. And I just found out earlier that the oh so good looking form 5 debater is also named Jonathan.

WTF MAN??!!

2006-07-08T00:23:00.000-07:00

For some reason, the official song for the FIFA World Cup has been thoroughly playing in my mind since yesterday. I'm talking about the Celebrate The Day song not the Shakira song. I'm not saying the Shakira song is bad but it does get kind of irritating after some time and you could not help but pray for her hips to just lie one of these days.

Anyway, we had our school Sports Day yesterday. I thought twice about going but since there was a huge hype about it I thought I'd just go and check it this once. It was also my first time having Sports Day in this school so all the more to go right? Personally, no matter how amazingly boring I am, I was looking forward to go.

The day started of with a march past from the house members and uniform units. Everyone were paying full attention to this one. I didn't know what was going on because I thought "Come on, its just some lame march past." Apparently, the competition has already started and everyone were getting excited. Let me tell you, the march past was fucking faboulous. Yeah, I sweared for that one. No wonder they trained months for this. The best part was when each team were given like three minutes during their march past to do some sort of coordinated cheer. Each team was fantastic. I actually took out my camera to tape the whole thing. But my camera suddenly decided to fool around during that time.

My camera and I have had some problems since the first day I got it.

The main talking point of the day was Manimogan. This 17 year old Chindian (not trying to be a racist here but I was confused as to what he was when I first saw him) is apparently the famous sports athlete in the whole district of Petaling. I've seen him a couple of times in school but never really knew he was famous of that sort. Well apprently he is, and its proven by Mrs Doreen who couldn't stop talking about him throughtout the whole march past session.

Manimogan is the school athletics captain....
He is also the captain for Petaling's athletics team....
He won the gold medal for Selangor in the 400m run....
Thats not the only gold he has....
He is also the golden posterboy for Milo....
I can't stop talking about him....
Its slowly pissing Sheila off....

Manimogan is the one wearing the orange cap standing behind the girl with the maroon blazer. It was also during this time that Mrs Doreen was going on and on about how wonderful he is. Thats why the rest of them looked dead bored.

Oh and if you happen to pass by PJ and spot a Milo billboard, you would see a boy smiling with a cup of Milo, yeah thats him. We even have that flippin billboard at the back of our school. How pathetic is that??

After all the boring speeches were done, the event finally started. I decided to go and find Diyana and Cai Li. When I found them, they brought me all the way to the other side of the field to see the house tents. People from respective houses were busy decorating their tents because apparently there was going to be another competition involving tents. So I just hung around and fooled with my best friend..the camera.

This is my house, Yellow house or Hang Lekir as they call it. Don't ask me where the other two houses pictures are because I thought I had it with me.

Later we heard a loud bang and the first race had already started. It was a race between schools. My school basically kicked ass in this one.

Home ground advantage, I tell ya.

Later the weather got hotter. Me and Cai Li decided to go to somewhere with a shade. We found some space near the hall that was right in front of the finish line. I thought it was the perfect place to watch everything. I looked to my side and saw this guy from 5 Ixora. Remember the good looking debater that I was talking about a couple of weeks ago? Yeah, I saw him sitting next to a girl who looks as though her mission in life is to get herself plastered on him. That girl was all over the guy. The funny thing is, the guy acted as though she was not even there. She was resting her arms on his shoulder and kept on giggling for no reason while he got more interested with his shoelace. The girl? What a whore. The guy? What a stuck up jerk. They're perfect for each other. Suddenly Cai Li broke me away from my thoughts when she yelled "Sheila! 'WH's running, WH's running." Well, she got excited because atlast there was someone that we can actually root for while I was excited because, oh well you know why. As we were waiting, the weather started getting darker. People were closing in below the shade. Later, the race started. 'WH' was leading all the way through but he fumbled a little towards the end and got second place.

He sucked basically. He lost precious points for our house. Yeah, 'WH's is in Yellow house too, FYI.

Just as the race ended, there was another one coming. It already started to drizzle. Everyone was getting hyped up because Manimogan is going to run. FYI, Manimogan is also in the Yellow house. Everyone said, he's the fastest guy in school and well, no one can beat him and shit. So, I was looking forward to see him run. So as they were getting ready, the rain started pouring.

HARD.

I thought they were going to cancel the whole thing but they didn't. The guys started lining up at the starting line. Next thing you know, they were off. I quickly took out my camera because I find guys in shorts running in the rain to be...interesting.

There's five guys running and Manimogan is the orange one at the centre.

Stopped laughing yet?? Well, wonder boy got second as you can see. Later, he was on his knees staring at the ground. I was like "Oh my god, suck it up already. You lost. Deal with it." Then, the PBSM members started crowding around him because they thought he was injured or something. Suddenly he got up and was like "I wanna puke!!."

Well, that shooed all the PBSM members away.

But its always nice to see the best one lose. Like Brazil.

After that, they did stop the whole thing since the rain got worse. So for the next three hours or so I just sat around doing nothing. When they finally continued, I was already too tired to do anything. But I did waited for them to close the ceremony and announce the winners. The house champions when to the blue house and the march past champions was Police Cadet. Oh my god, you should've seen their reaction. It was like someone just got shot. The members were crying. The teachers were crying. Everyone was so emotional.

Jeez, that was a first for me.

Anyway, the day was all good. I had fun and thats the most important. Got back home my body started to ache. Nice.

2006-07-04T02:49:00.000-07:00

So we had our RKA day today. The day where your parents come to school to take a look at your report cards. This is followed by a continous lecture from them in front of the teacher and of course the whole class depending on how good they are at projecting their voices.

Also depending on how bad your score is. In my case, it was so bad that my mom lost her voice yesterday. But I would like to think the reason for that is not my fault. Get well soon mom.

Basically, we didn't do anything today. Just sat around in the lab, talking and staring at the prefects and Police Cadets outside. Thats what I did anyway. Boring ay? Even Chuan Chuen found something more interesting to do then staring at the people outside.

He was reading this month's Cleo magazine.

Anyway, I was talking to Cai Li and she suddenly handed me a Ronan Keating song book thingy. You know, those lyrics you get if you buy a CD. Like an original CD, you know. Yep, that one. So I was flipping through the pages and she was like "Do you know how to sing the Life Is A Rollercoaster song?"

HELL YEAH!

I said I couldn't remember. Well who could blame me? I will not sing a Ronan Keating song outside of my bathroom. Thats never going to happen. Later I sat next to Diyana and began flipping through the song book. Then, Jasper called me and was like "Can I see it for a while?" while pointing at the song book. So I gave it to him. He took it and was reading it through with 'WH'. Yes, 'WH' got all interested when he saw that song book and the both of them were reading it and was smiling all the way through.

Ew, the hottest guy in class likes Ronan Keating. Not that I have anything against Ronan Keating but I cannot imagine my prince charming buying and listening to Ronan Keating's songs. Thats just not right. He should be more into Sugarcult or even Dashboard Confessional. Guys who listen to those kind of bands are just hot. Don't ask me how, but they just are.

God, did I just say prince charming??? What the fuck??

All those aside, or maybe he doesn't like Ronan Keating's songs. He probably just like Ronan Keating himself. There were some pictures of him in the song book and maybe that was the reason why 'WH' was all..

Ok, so I came back home at about 10.

Since then, I haven't done anything much. I'm just looking forward to the Germany vs Italy match tomorrow morning. Pfft, yeah, of course I'm gettting up. Who cares if its at 3:00am and I need the sleep so that I won't appear all grodgy tomorrow in front on Mr Z who already thinks I'm a total idiotic loser who needs sleep.

Since everyone is talking about it even though it happened last Saturday, yes I was dead suprised when Brazil lost. I was watching the game and was thoroughly rooting for the French but when Thierry Henry scored I was like "Isn't that like offside??" But to say the least, the French did pretty well and Brazil, well..better luck next time.

For some reason the image of Ronaldinho in the Breeze advertisement came to mind.

2006-06-30T23:08:00.000-07:00

I have to admit that I was never really an avid football fan. Four years ago, I was like "Football is watched by people who have nothing better to do and wouldn't mind watching 22 people chasing over some stupid ball." I may have to take my words back. I was 12 and didn't know any bettter. I was only an avid fan of Manchester United because of the wrong reasons. Well that was the past. Lets not duel on the past.

I stayed up yesterday to watch the Argentina vs Germany quaterfinals encounter. Since the first time I saw Argentina play, I fell in love with them. Not them literally, but their style of playing. It was basically, entertaining and out of this world. Since then I never missed a match and was quite sure that they will win the cup this year. It was the first time I felt the tension and the intensity of the game. I was rooting for the Argentinians all the way. Sadly, they didn't make it. I almost tore of my favourite jammies when Ayala missed the second penalty.

My dad just had to sneak in a comment saying that Manchester United wants to buy Ayala for next season. Good timing, dad.

So I went to bed feeling what thousands must've felt after Argentina lost the game.

Dissapointed.

I could point fingers and blame the people who totally ruined the game from start to finish but I do think that in a way, Germany played well, handled pressure professionally and won. So, thats great for them. But the thing thats not great about them is what happened after they won. At first I thought Argentina were being sore losers but after seeing the final footage and news on the radio its proven that sometimes football isn't as beautiful as it seems.

Anyway, I am still going to watch football no matter how beautiful or ugly the game is. Hey, atleast its better than sitting on the floor and staring at the ceiling.

On the subject of school, last week went by like a flash. Mainly because I was absent for the first two days. I was infected with hardxcore fever. Yes, I was sick. It usually takes me 24 hours to get better but this fever was out of this world. It started on Saturday afternoon and lasted until Tuesday morning. Thats why I call it hardxcore fever because it was so..hardxcore. Never gave me a chance to recover the next day and totally ruined my weekends. For the record, I lost 5kg's in three days all because my tastebuds went dead and I had no appetite because of it. My dad offered to buy McDonalds but I was like "No dad. Save your money. Think about the kids in Africa."

Told you it was hardcore.

Imagine the horror when I went to school the next day just to find out that Mrs L2 wanted us to finish up two reports by this Friday. Two reports?? Is she fucking kidding me?? Not only that, I still had Add Maths, Modern Maths, History, Biology and Bahasa Malaysia homework to catch up on. I was only gone for two days and it felt like I have to pay the price by doing a month load of homework.

I would've not been suprise if hardxcore fever decided to pay a visit again.

On Thursday, we had two periods of EST. Half of my classmates were not in because they were they were involved in the qualifying for sports day. So for the first period, we learned about French words that are used in the English language. The kids found this funny basically because none of us speak French, let alone know the right way to pronounce certain French words. So here we were trying to pronounce the words written on the board and all of it came out sounding really vulgar. Later, we had to use this word in a sentence and guess what, it became even more vulgar.

Just so you know, the first word we learned was 'tete-a-tete.'

For the second period, Mrs C let us watch the running competition going on at the field. We were in some class in block A so it was easy to see what was going on at the field. So there we were cheering like idiots from the windows. I heard that 'WH' was going to run. Apparently, Su Faye fancies 'WH' because Chuan Chuen would not stop teasing her. The rest of the boys were sarcastically betting on Jordan (the quiet one) to win the race. That was so not nice of them because we all know that Jordan can't run for shit.

They both lost.

We had two periods off for English because Mrs A was absent. The class that we were in was 4 Dahlia and it was so damn hot. While the rest was busy finishing up their Add Maths homework, I was busy fanning myself with the Add Maths exercise book. Minutes later, 'WH' and Jordan came back and all of us clapped because we knew that the both of them gave their best. Or maybe because we just had nothing better to do but to insult them by clapping and cheering.

After that, came Friday. My class was still half full but we had to study nonetheless. At first I thought I was the only one who has not finished the Chemistry reports but I guess I was wrong. Everyone almost climbed on the table and danced when we found out Mrs F was absent and we had one an a half hour off. So everyone took this time to copy their friend's report. It was so fun. People were running around here and there and writing as fast as they could while yelling at Jeremy to shut up about passing up the Add Maths book.

We finished. We conquered. We went home happy.

If only everyday school was like this.

PS: My brother just handed me a packet of Choki Choki and I laughed like a lunatic. Reasons:
1)I never knew it still exists.
2)Try pronouncing Choki Choki and not laugh.

2006-06-22T03:48:00.000-07:00

I'm aware that I haven't been posting lately. Nothing juicy or partly interesting have been happening . Go to school, come back from school, sleep, go to school again...

Its just B-O-RING!

Not to mention the amount of homework I'm having. Its just crazy. Teachers are rushing to finish up the syllabus without any care about the students understanding that particular chapter. And also now that my class have start floating, its gotten even more crazy and tiring. We have to practically walk all the way to the other side of the building for every single period and it is far from comfortable sitting in a class with sweaty boys.

No matter how hot the boys are.

This past week has been a real blur anyway. The only thing I remember thats remotely worth remembering is Mr Z confessing that he'd rather leave his wife than throw away a pillow that he has been using since he was five.

And here I thought that it was about time he left the school and got married.

Today, my class didn't really study for the first four periods. We were at the hall watching the inter class debate finals which was the next best thing since cheesecake. First off, it was between 4 Bunga Raya and 4 Cempaka and their topic was "The World Cup Has More Disadvantages Than Advantages." My class, 4 Angsana lost to 4 Cempaka in the semi finals and supposedly it was all Jonathan's fault. I don't know how true that is but Jonathan, if you're reading this which I doubt you will, I would just like to remind you that..

YOU SUCK MAN!!!

Moving on, the debate was real boring at first. But everyone knew that 4 Cempaka has a better chance of winning because Yong Ming (this guy freaked me out when I first saw him) can talk like there's no tomorrow. And there was also the ever popular Jit Yang who I don't know if you remember him but he was the one who came up with a confession that "Add Maths is like a thong that gets stuck in your ass." Ring a bell?

So basically Jit Yang stole the show. When Victoria from 4 Bunga Raya was talking about how the World Cup unites people all over the world to watch the game together, Jit Yang "POI-ed' and said the only unity he is seeing is the fist-to-face unity (refering to all the fights that happens after every match) and when Victoria was talking about how the World Cup is a platform for us to learn about cultures through media advertisements he "POI-ed" again and said the only thing he learned through the advertisements shown during the World Cup is how great the Osim I Gallop is. (people who actually watch the world cup on Astro would probably get this joke because if not, it would just sound stupid.)

In the end, 4 Cempaka did win.

So, later it was between the Form 5's. They had an unconventional topic which was so much cooler. The finals was between 5 Angsana and 5 Ixora and their topic was "Spiderman is better than Batman." Heck, everyone in the hall was supporting Spiderman because well, he is the better superhero. I don't really remember much about the debate because it sounded to intelligent for my standards and also because the first speaker from 5 Ixora was dead hot so I wasn't really paying attention to what the other speakers had to say. I did remember one of them mentioning about how Spiderman is environmental friendly because he manages himself around the city with his spiderweb rather than Batman who goes around with his Bat Mobile which in the end pollutes the earth.

Even though 5 Ixora was the better team, 5 Angsana in the end won it because the Ixorians kind of ran out of topic. They didn't oppose the topic, instead thay said that both superheroes are equal and both are made for the good humankind..or whatever along those lines. The judges expected them to support Batman and all, but they took it a step further by well, not really arguing. Sheesh. No wonder I forgot half of what they were saying.

After that we did continue our lessons. We only studied for the last three periods, thats why I felt like I wasn't even in school today.

Since I don't have much else to say or write for that matter, I'll just hmm....oh yeah, I've been tagged now, twice, so, lets do this shit.

SURVEY ONE

Four movies I can watch over and over again

>>American Pie
I'm not a perv. I just love this movie. Its funny, a bit dirty at times but thats what makes it funny and you have to admit, no matter how geeky Jason Biggs is, he is weirdly good looking.

>>Madagascar
Yes, its a kids cartoon, so what?? It makes me laugh, thats why I can watch over and over again. Especially when the lemur starts singing. Gosh, thats my favourite part. I use to sing it every morning in the shower which was just....weird.

>>Final Destination
Movies that have people dying in the end are always my favourite. I can never get bored watching them. Especially this movie. The plot, storyline or whatever is just so deathdefying. Get it? Get it? I especially love the second one, when the kid blows up while checking the barbeque.

>>Brokeback Mountain
Whoever is not a fan of this movie is just gay. How can you not like this movie? How can you not watch it over and over again? Apart from Jake and Heath making out in the tent and all those shizz they do together when people are not looking, the movie is scaringly beautiful. I felt a bit awkward watching it at first and mind you, I was watching it alone but then as the movie goes on and it came to the part when well..the end, I almost felt like crying. Its a beautiful love story, period.

Four places that I have lived

>>Petaling Jaya, Selangor.

>>Bangsar, Kuala Lumpur.

>>Petaling Jaya, Selangor.

>>Yep, still living here..

Four books I recommend to everyone else

>>Lucas by Kevin Brooks
Hands down, the best book I have ever read. Its damn good. No words can describe how haunting and beautiful the story is. You get so lost in the characters and sometimes you can almost feel like the lonely and fragile 15 year old girl in the story who meets this boy named Lucas who shows her the real meaning of life. You will cry reading this. I know, because as hard as it is for me to cry, this one sure ripped my heart out and eventually I cried.

>>Fearless by Francine Pascal
I love this series. Something about a girl who's not scared of anything (even death) just seems so wild and exciting. And it is. A must read.

>>All American Girl by Meg Cabot
Yes, I love chick lits. Its just addicting and you get so lost reading it that when it comes for you to stop, you almost have to take a deep breath because its that exciting. Especially this one. I love the cheesy storyline. Oh come on, human's can't live a non cheesy life. This story, about a girl who's basically the biggest loser who one day saves the President's life and finds herself being pursued by the President's son. Interesting.

>>Size 12 Is Not Fat by Meg Cabot
I love Meg Cabot books. Especially this one. Its funny and well, yeah its funny. Its like an unrequited love/Nancy Drew type of story. Did I mention it was funny? Go read if you don't trust me.

Four of my favourite dishes (this is a hard one Yorsh)

>>Penang's Char Kuey Teow
Yes, I can eat this every single day. And yes, it has to be from Penang because no one here knows how to cook like the Penangites can. Just the smell and flavour makes you drool. Eat this and drink Milo Ais and you'll be in cloud nine. Don't say I never warned you. Total orgasmic dish right here.

>>My mom's Laksa
God, I don't know what she puts in there, its soo addictive. Nicotine? Marijuana? Jeez, and it tastes so good no matter what sort of fish she puts in there. I prefer mackarel but she can put a damn eel in there and I'll still love it. So to all you people, come over to my house this Raya and we can eat my mom's laksa together. Don't worry, I won't help her cook.

>>Fried egg with kicap
Ok sometimes, simple is better. And this is simply easy to cook and easy to make. A five year old can do it. Heck, even I can do it. And thats saying something.

>>Lamb chop with Campbell's mushroom soup
Another one of my mom's "IRanOutOfSauceSoLetsUseSomethingThatResemblesASauce" dish. But this time, it worked well with the lamb. My dad loves it. My brother loves it. Even I (no suprises there) love it.

Four sites I visit daily

>>http://www.yorshee.blogspot.com
>>http://screamingxinsecurities.blogspot.com
>>http://missxmurder.blogspot.com
>>http://heinouslaudable.blogpsot.com

Just because I love people who rant.

Four places I'd rather be right now

>>Ethan Mentzer's Apartment
>>Chris Evans's House
>>One of Penang's 5 Star Hotels
>>Cosmo's Theme Park, Berjaya Times Square (for some odd reason)

SURVEY TWO

8 Things About My Perfect Lover

Friendly
There's just something about friendly guys that makes me think they're the most perfect creatures in the world. I seriously want someone who's friendly and is brave enough to just go up to a stranger and say 'hi' without giving any shit about how the person might react or what he or she might think of him. To me, friendly guys are a definite keeper. The conservative shy ones always cheeses me off. Being friendly is not easy because you tend to think so much about how you look and are you good enough to go and talk to that particular person. Guys who were brave enough to say 'hi' to me are usually the ones I remember and cherish until today.

Sensitive
A guy thats sensitive always and I mean always makes me melt. A guy who shows his emotions is what I call courageous. He is not scared to let the world know what he is feeling and has no problems showing it. But of course, too much crying is just weird but sensitivity is such a turn on. Atleast with this, he would be aware whether or not he has cross the line with me. Being sensitive also means caring about others. He should take the initiative to look out for not just me, but others close to him as well. A guy that is also sensitive enough to just be a shoulder to cry on and tries hard to explain that things would be better rather than just say "Oh, that sucks."

Funny
Funny is a definite must. I cannot be with someone who does not or lack a sense of humour. He should be one of those smart sarcastic voice in the crowd. Being an over the top comedian or in other words being stupid funny is a no no. He can be a dumbass in Science but he has to be a smartass in real life. Someone who knows the time and place to make fun of people and does not take other people's insults seriously. Someone who can laugh at himself and others. He can laugh at me too for all I care. But of course, he can't always be laughing at me. The most important thing is he has to know how to laugh with me.

Honest
I'll give my right leg for a guy who is point blank honest. A guy who has the balls to tell it as it is. If he wants something, he would not be hopping around the bush but instead he'd ask. Brutally honest would be okay for me. It means that he'd rather tell me that I look like a hippo in a pram rather than letting other people taunt me behind my back. He also should be okay with me being honest 99 percent of the time because thats just the way I function and he should accept it. Even if he tells me that he doesn't want to be with me anymore because Lolly is hotter, I would still see him as someone that has been special in my life and maybe it was time for both him and I to move on. After all the physical violence that I'll be giving him has died down of course.

Psychic
I don't mean this literally but I want that someone to be able to know and read me well. He's got to have this sixth sense that no one else has. He ought to know when I'm feeling upset and angry. I'm not the type of person who supress any form of emotions and it is important that he knows what to do and how to act when I'm feeling down and depressed. At times, I really hate talking about what I feel but instead I just need that someone to cool me down. Words are not necassary because sometimes all I need is just that understanding from someone who knows how I feel and does not pretend to just know what I'm going through.

Intelligent
He doesn't need to score straight A's and have high degrees in everything. Intelligent as in someone who thinks wisely before making any decision. He ought to know the consequences of his decisions and not just rely on what other people think he should do. Intelligence also means he is aware about whats going on in the world and is not all 'IDon'tGiveAFuckAboutPolitics'. Someone who uses his intelligence to help himself and others. Doesn't matter if he hacks computer because someone who's a computer genius is totally sexy in my eyes.

Unpredictable
I do need someone who is unpredictable because I don't associate with predictable people. Ok, maybe I do but I don't enjoy it. I need someone who is spontaneous and full of suprises. He was scared of heights yesterday but went bungee jumping today kind of suprises. Someone who is not scared to try something new. He should enjoy trying these new things rather than doing it to show that he's "man" enough. Thats a mega fucking turn off especially when he thinks he's everything and whose ego beats Mount Kilimanjaro.

Loves Music
He just has to love music. I'm a huge music lover and I'm sure I would not last long with a guy who thinks music is just music. He has to appreciate music and has to be open minded about it. He should be aware that music bashing doesn't do any good to the world. He also has to have a wide range of likings. He should not be obsessed with a certain type of genre and keeps reminding me about how much Westlife sucks. Because they don't suck and I like them. So he has to live with that.

After reading these you would probably think I am such a hypocrite for wanting only these attributes for my perfect lover. What about:

Hot
Sexy
Good Looking
Great Abs
Tall
Sweet Smile
Gorgeous Eyes
...yada yada yada

I personally think that if the guy I meet has all of those eight qualities he would definitely be the most good looking guy on the planet no matter what other people think of him. At times, a guy who's not all great usually makes up for it by his looks. Thats why they say no ones perfect. Good looks are a plus but if he treats you like a shit hole, you would still hate him as much as you hate that brown thing thats growing on your wall. I'm not saying good looks are not important but its not what I REALLY want in a guy. I may at times, in my blog especially, joke about how hot this boy is and how sexy this guy is but in reality I don't have ANY feelings for them. So you should know by now if I start complimenting a guy on his looks, that'll be as far as I'd go. I am sure that I am not going to be with him, I know I am not right for him and I just know there's gonna be nothing between us. I'm not looking down upon myself but I just know. If I did one day fall for a guy then you know now that I would not start of my blog with "OHGODHEISSODAMNHOT!!!!."

SURVEY THREE

10 Years Ago I Was : 6 years old
>Played badminton every evening with a boy who now turned out to be an asshole to all the people who know him.
>Was actually scared of going to primary school.
>Played in the drain with the rest of the neighbours sons and daughters.
>Ate a basket full of rambutans and vomited.
>Swore to never eat rambutans again.
>Raced on a bike with neighbours, on the road, with cars and won of course.

5 Years Ago I Was : 11 years old
>Became the most popular kid in standard two.
>Got busted saying rude things about a teacher.
>Was a teacher's pet.
>Started to notice and like Westlife.
>Had a crush on boy whom I played badminton with.
>Was a prefect in school.
>Told the standard one students about the one time I killed one of the my dad's friend's son because he didn't listen to me.

1 Year Ago I Was : 15 years old
>Was anti-social and hardly smiled.
>Had one best friend.
>Discovered punk rock music.
>Went to my first concert (Simple Plan)
>Found out that only cousin already has a boyfriend.
>Thought about how lame I was for not having a boyfriend yet.
>Never really paid attention to PMR right until the last minute.
>Had a major fever a day before PMR.
>Cried in the car because I was not ready for PMR.
>Wasted 2 months of holidays being on the computer doing nothing.

Yesterday I was :
>Sleeping real well.
>Having a dream about playing chess with WH.
>Lazy because I did none of my homework even though I have loads.
>Thinking about going out for Pizza.
>A bit frustrated because I missed 'Beauty and the Geek."
>Spending 2 hours pondering on whether I should update the blog or not.

5 Most Recent Songs I Listened To :
>Hate Me by Blue October
>Angel to You, Devil To Me by The Click Five
>Miss Murder by AFI
>All These Things I Hate by Bullet For My Valentine
>Rockstar by Nickelback

5 Songs I Know All The Words To :
>Perfect World by Simple Plan
>Flying Without Wings by Westlife
>For You I Will (Confidence) by Teddy Geiger
>Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus
>SOS (Rescue Me) by Rihanna

5 Ideal Places For Running Away To :
>My room
>Australia
>America
>Ireland
>Some English speaking country

5 Items I Really Want :
>My own personal laptop
>A hot mug of cocoa
>A double cheeseburger
>Life As We Know It DVD
>A real cool looking headphone

5 Things I Should Be Doing Right Now :
>Off the computer
>Watch football since I waited all week to watch it live
>Start on my homework
>Off the aircon since its so damn cold
>Sleep

5 Biggest Joys In Life :
>Going to a better school and meeting better people
>Having the chance to go on a holiday every end of the year
>The fact that I'm still only 16
>Having parents that trust me
>Doing what I want, whenver I want

Six people I tag :

Camie
Kist
Julienne
Adeline
...YOUKNOWIHAVEONLYFOURFRIENDSDAMMIT!!
...and whoever else

Oh great, I'm done. Finally. Anyway, gotta go now. My dad's going to kill me if he finds out I'm still on the computer.

.x.To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar, I could have died with you.x.

2006-06-09T02:43:00.000-07:00

Its 5:40 on a Friday and have I ever mention how I hate busted remotes? No? Hmm..WELL I FUCKING HATE BUSTED REMOTES!!!! Its annoying and I can't stand it. My Astro remote is not working and I tried changing the batteries but it still won't work. It just had to breakdown now, when the first World Cup match would be starting and I need it to flip through channels fast to get the latest score and such.

Sheesh.

Moving on, I went to KLCC with Nad and Sal yesterday. Yes, it was postponed to a Thursday. I was hoping it'll get postponed to end of next year maybe. All hope fails. And you know what? I should've listened to my inner voice and stayed home. I would usually go "hey, it was not that bad after all." But now, ok fine, it wasn't that bad after all but the trip will definitely go down to history, and all for the wrong reasons.

We left the house at about 9:30am and my mom dropped us at the nearest LRT station. We bought tickets and got on the train. In the train, it was quiet and peaceful. Weird, but I liked it. On the next station, three young Australian guys came in and stood on the spot quite close to us. My peace and quiet instantly went in the drain. They were all like "Oh right, yeah, that'll be no way you tried that but I.." then the next person cuts in "No man, yeah way oh not that one oh yeah that one..." then the third person which was the loudest would be like "Yeah, yeah YEAH, oh right no oh great, yes whoa man, I'll be like yeah like that." I looked around and saw that almost everyone was trying hard not to stuck their socks in the boys throats. They went on and on and it was like they wanted the whole damn train to hear how great Christina was.

Sometimes I just love the Asians for being the conservative lot that they are.

Later, we finally arrived at KLCC. It was pretty and clear. It was early at that time about 10:30am so there wasn't a lot of people there yet.

We started wandering around looking for Mcdonalds because I was not in the mood and was in serious need of a Fillet O Fish burger. As we were walking, I spotted this guy walking out of some watch shop I think. I was like "Oh fuck he's cute." So I winked at Nad telling her "Hot guy, 9 o'clock." You see, Nad has a thing against malays. She's a malay herself but she hates malay boys. Basically because she already has a bad experience with one of them that eventually made her conclude that "Malay Boys Got No Brains". I err well haven't shown her the light just yet. So now she's out wandering for hot foreign guys because, well, she's met a few and thinks that they're the most awesome creatures that has ever walked this earth.

So anyway, I saw this hot foreign guy as I was walking and tried to look away because he was already glancing at us. Nad suddenly went all goofy and said something loud in malay which roughly translates to "OMG so cute" in this annoying voice which made me go all Darth Vader glare at her. The guy must've probably heard it because he glanced at me and had this tiny smirk on his face.

Oh great, he thinks I'm the one who went all teeny on him.

That aside, we went to the fourth floor to get our tickets to go watch The Omen. The movie was on at 1:55pm but we decided to get the tickets before we head for breakfast. Sal, my cousin stayed outside the cinema while me and Nad waited in line. Yep, The Omen is rated as 18PL and none of us are 18, yet. Me and Nad, quite a few times have been mistaken as graduates so we thought maybe it will work to our advantage if the lady at the counter saw us instead of Sal who's only 5 feet and have been mistaken as a lost 13 year old. We finally got to the counter and the lady saw what we were going to be watching. She glanced at us and was like "This is rated 18, Are you guys 18?" and we were like "Yeah." She typed something in her computer and looked at us again. "You sure you're 18, right?" she asked and we were once again maybe rather unconvincingly this time said "Yes." She gave us our tickets and before we left she was like "They're going to check your IC before letting you in." I could feel the colour drain out of my face. But Nad (who was a pro in mishieve and lying) smiled and said "Okay." When we went outside I was flipping out, basically because my 11 bucks was going to be spent on something I will not be able to watch. Nad told me and Sal to calm down. She said everything's going to be fine. Lets go and eat now.

How the fuck is she so sure?? And my appetite instantly died. My appetite has never died before but IT HAS DIED NOW!!

After having breakfast at Mcdonalds despite me not being hungry and losing my sense of thinking we decided to wander around once again. Most of it was because I needed some space to recover from the sudden panic attack.

Oh for god sakes, you would've freaked out to knowing that you will get busted in a cinema for not being old enough.

After a couple of hours at about 12:00pm, Sal felt tired and wanted a place to sit. Me and Nad stopped by at Coffee Bean because Nad wanted to get some chocolate in her system. So I waited for her at the side. Suddenly there was another hot foreign guy walking past me straight into Coffee Bean. Nad was too busy looking at the menus to even notice. I waved at her but thought twice about it because of what happened earlier. I had a scary image of her screaming at him while pointing at me. Scary stuff. I couldn't help but giggle a little when I saw the guy standing right behind Nad but she was to absorbed making her orders to the guy at the counter that she did not even notice who was behind her. She finally turned around and as I guessed she was suprised to see who was behind her. She looked at me and pointed at my camera and I was shaking my head while mouthing "No way." She gave me an angry look but I gave her an even angrier look. Instantly she gave me her coffee and grabbed my camera. I wasn't going to stand there and look but instead I went back to where Sal was and wholeheartedly told Sal how Nad
was going to need a kidney transplant because I'm gonna rip out her damn kidneys with my bare hands.

She taped him. That biatch taped him. She stalked him and taped him and almost got caught taping him. She came back to us and was like "Ok, we need to go somewhere else because I think the guy knows I was taping him. Here Sheila, you can hold your camera."

We made way to the elevator while I was cursing silently to myself. But we did kill some time because it was already 1:30pm. All grudges aside, we made way to the cinema hoping the guy wouldn't tell on us to the police or something.

So yeah, at the cinema I felt sick once again. This is it. The time has come to find out whether my 11 bucks would come to haunt me. Sal thought maybe she should act like she's busy on the phone with her boyfriend so that the lady guarding the line would not stop her and start asking questions as to how old she is. I was like do whatever hell you want. I'm going to stand here and try to remember who Maharaja Mikado Meiji was. Seconds later Sal took out her phone not to act, but to answer it because her mom called.

Very good timing, Sal's mom.

So Nad gave out tickets pointing to the both of us at the back, the lady looked at me, then looked at Sal and tore our tickets.

We fucking got in.
We got fucking in.
We fucking got fucking in.

Wow.

We got in, and high fived each other which caused the other real 18 year olds to stare at us but we didn't care. It felt great to lie and get away with it. Eat my dust, lady selling ticket at counter.
HAH!

So yeah, found our seats and sat there resting because feeling nervous and stressed out actually makes you tired. The rate my heart was beating would have made Marion Jones suffer. Marion Jones, you know, the olympic gold medallist, who took drugs and later could not enter the recent olympic games. Yea, thats her. See, my heart rate would have made her tired.

So I was sitting in between Nad and Sal. Later, three malay boys made way in front of us because their seats started right beside Nad. So Nad had to seat next to some malay guy who was not all that bad looking despite us being in the dark. I turned to Nad and was like "The guy next to you is not that bad looking you know." Seconds later Nad pinched me. I was like "What?" She was like "That guy, heard you. He was looking at me goddammit." I tried not to laugh and told her that guy would get over it sooner or later.

Revenge is so effing sweet. I would do it over and over and over again.

Halfway through the movie, Nad nudged me and was covering her face. I was like "Whats wrong?" She was like "I touched him."

Say what now??

Nad explained that she was trying to find the hand rester and since it was dark and she wasn't really looking she accidently started rubbing the guy's thigh. I heard her saying "Sorry" but I thought she accidently kicked him or something. I was like "Wow. I hope you didn't stimulate him."

She knocked me right at the ribs. It hurt.

So the movie was great. Very smartly and interestingly done. I'm not kidding. Go watch it.

After that it was 4:00pm. Sal wanted to eat again, this time at KFC. We all agreed. I was doomed with bad luck that day. I was laughing at Nad about how embarassing it was for her to go rubbing the guy's thigh when I suddenly knocked over my cup of Coke and spilled it all over the place.

Yeah, I was the one who got laughed at in the end.

That was how my trip to KLCC went. Nad and Sal can't wait to do it again. They decided we were going to do this again in December right after Nad's SPM examination but this time we're going to Berjaya Times Square. The bigger, the better. More fun and in my case more stalking and getting caught stalking. And once again, they were not going to go without me.

Dear God, help me.

.x.What meant the world imploaded faded and demoted, All my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance.x.

2006-06-04T04:25:00.000-07:00

Its settled then. I am going out to KLCC with my cousin, neighbour and maybe a friend of hers this Wednesday. Great, can't wait. Exactly, I am not excited. I'd rather stay at home and revise or something.

Great. Just great.

Well, I can back out but then I'll totally ruined their plans. Its seems as though I'm the playmaker here. If I don't go then they won't go and then I'll feel bad and bit myself up for it. Its like a lose lose situation. ARGH!

So I asked my mom about it. I told her I was going to KLCC with these girls on Wednesday. Probably leaving early morning and coming back in the evening. I would be having breakfast, lunch and evening treat in the mall. Expensive and unhealthy food is what we aim for. Think along the lines of Dome and McDonalds. Probably going to drop by at Starbucks for coffee and maybe some hot chocolate too.

She shrugged and said "okay."

Who am I kidding!! She lets me get away with anything. Its not so fun anymore. I hear about my friends whining about how their parents don't let them go out with their friends for long hours. My mom even let me go out to parties at night. What sort of mom does that? You guys would probably be like "God, Sheila's fucked up." But no, I am saying these because somethings not right. I want to be the cool kid who rebels and break rules and stay up late at night or something.

But nooooooooooooo, I'm mummy's little girl. Why can't she be like that with money? She trusts me with everything except money. Jeez, she even trusts me with a boy in the house. HELLO?? Boys are like ten times dangerous than money. Imagine the things a boy could do to me, oh wait no, better yet, imagine what I could do with a boy.

Ok lets not go there.

But I have to admit, it is kind of fun that your parents trusts you. Kids, never lie to your parents. You lie, parents don't trust you, hell breaks loose. Then you go around telling your friends how your parents are so unfair while your parents wonder why did they ever decided to breed in the first place.

Apart from that, after watching the entire third season of The OC I felt like I needed to watch something sugar coated and fun. Its kinda sad that Marissa died. I never liked Marissa and I do admit that there was a couple of times I wished the director would just kill off her character. She's so effing annoying, thats why. But when she died and it was rumoured (since almost everyone didn't catch what her last words to Ryan were) that the last thing she said was "I'm so hungry."

I cheered up there and then.

Back to deciding on watching something sugar coated and fun, I downloaded High School Musical today. Disney is just pissing me off. They keep showing the songs and clips of High School Musical saying it will be shown soon. 25th June is not soon, retards. Yeah, so I watched it earlier and was like awww-ing from the first scene to last. That movie may not be the best movie in the planet but its worth a watch. Its so fucking cute thats why. I felt like I was ten all over again.

No I am not being sarcastic. Can't wait for Disney? Go download it now! Girls should actually see Zac Afron once in their lifetime. I never liked moppy blonde haired blue eyed 16 year old boys (think Aaron Carter and Jesse McCartney here..eugh) but Zac's and exception. He's cute. He sings. You should see him topless. Oh wait, there is a scene of him topless. Check out his bi-..ahem yeah watch the movie.

So erm I've been tagged. Whatever hell that is. Sorry guys, I just don't get these things. But since you guys are playing along then what the hell.

Tag Sluts. The rules :Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with six weird facts/things/habits about yourself. In the end, you need to pick six people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read yours.

1. Since their latest single came out, I can't stop listening to Sean Paul and Rihanna.

2. I still listen and adore songs from Westlife.

3. Scary movies gives me nightmares thats why I don't watch them.

4. Deep down, I actually support The Click Five.

5. POP MUSIC IS STILL MY FAVOURITE GENRE OKAY!!

6. I once wished that when I turned 18, I want to get married to Kian Egan.

I can go on and on actually but six it is. I don't have a lot of bloggers to choose from so :

Camie
Yorshee
Lyn
Julienne
You
You

Done.

For once, my update is long. Oh well its 11:23pm. Just in time to watch the South Park episodes I downloaded.

.x.Walking out on the show is walking out on you, And walking out on you's still the best thing that I ever did.x.

2006-05-30T19:32:00.000-07:00

I wonder why everytime there's a make out scene on tv my mom has to be there to watch it with me. The problem is I was watching Malcolm In The Middle yesterday evening and my mom was sitting around close. I figured, "pftt Malcolm, its a kids movie right."

Wrong.

Lets just say Francis and Piama was in the mood yesterday and so were Malcolm's parents. So there I was all awkward trying to watch the damn thing and at the same time trying to not get caught staring at it.

I would not be ranting about it if this has only happened once. The same goes for all the other movies I watch.

Grey's Anatomy
Still Standing
Malcolm In The Middle
Scrubs
......much much more

Whats more frustrating, when there's no make out scene in the episode that day my mom would probably be in the kitchen or outside talking to the neighbours or something. She's not doing this on purpose I know, but what would she be thinking of me?

"Gee, my daughter is a sex addict."

Or something along those lines.

This is the reason why teenagers don't like doing things in front of their parents because it would just come out and look wrong. Here I am trying to prove to my mom that I'm not hiding anything from her and those hours spent on the computer is not for looking at unnecassary skin but what happens?? She thinks my hormones are all over the place and thats why I watch movies with a lot of make out scenes in them.

How can I tell her that I'm watching this movies for the only purpose of entertainment and not to ease my sexual tension. If there is any.

Lets just clear up a few things. No, my mom is not accusing me of being to "curious". Truthfully, she's never really said a word about it. Thats why its driving me crazy.

Or maybe I'm just being paranoid.

Ok fine, I am paranoid.

So this whole rant was just about me being paranoid.

Skipping along now.

The other day, my cousin Sal called asking me if we should get together for a girls morning out like we did last year. At first I thought of saying "no, I'd like to stay at home and study." Sheesh, since when am I good liar? So I said okay, call me back when she's free.

Weird isn't it? I feel like I've been in prison this couple of days and I so want to go out somewhere. But when I'm given a chance to go out I feel like I'd rather stay at home even though I really want to go out.

Maybe my hormones ARE all over the place.

.x.I served out my detention, And in the end I got an honorable mention.x.

2006-05-28T01:58:00.000-07:00

So its Sunday evening and I'm still in front of the computer doing nothing. The thing is, my parents and brother decided to go out shopping for some thing(s) and later go to some friends birthday party.

Yea I know, my bloody parents have a better social life than I do.

I didn't want to go so here I am home alone. I've been in the house alone since 12:00am this morning. To tell you the truth, I've never felt spoiled in my entire life. I switched on my computer, grab a bowl of my dad's chocolate cake and a huge glass of Strawberry soda and watched the entire third season of The OC.

Yeah, The OC, shut up.

The point is, I've been sitting here for the past four hours doing nothing apart from almost crying when Johnny died. Thinking about it now, I feel like I've just found a way to ease off my depression. Not that I'm depressed or anything but in a way this past few weeks have been rough and now that I've spent four hours doing nothing I may have just feel a little bit better. Last week I prayed for a break from the whole school thing and now I feel like I've already rested in a way and actually feel a lot better.

Well not exactly, the combination of chocolate cake and strawberry soda is making me want to throw up and I also feel like a headache coming on. But thats all good.

So anyway, the reason I moved here is because a classmate of mine, Michelle found out about my blog. Xanga decided to improve its weblog by introducing this new footprint feature for people to track down visitors that visit their blog. Cool eh?

Not.

I mean imagine what she could do. She could print out my entries and post it in our class billboard. Or she could make copies of it and pass it around to everyone in my class as a must read school article. I can't imagine the humiliation when they find out about stuff I write in there. Its just, well lets just say the things I write are worse than porn. Which is bad. So bad that it could actually make people think that I'm a part time stripper or something.

Sheesh, blame me for having a wide range of thinking capacity.

Lets just not think about that right now. Its hurting my head. Anyway, I met up with a few friends yesterday. My neighbour/ex schoolmate had a birthday party and she actually phoned me three times to make sure I'd come. Which looks a tad bit desperate and needy but what the hell, she wants me there so thats great.

Her cake looked nice. It was covered in white icing and had smarties all over it. Its homemade so yeah, no comment.

And she's 16 by the way.

Oh crap, I just remembered I have an early tuition tomorrow. I have to wake up at 7:00am maybe earlier. Oh well, I still have like 13 days to go until school starts.

.x.And Two Hopes You Cry Yourself To Sleep.x.

2006-05-26T01:25:00.001-07:00

I decided to skip school today just because they're celebrating teacher's day. I don't feel like going even though school ends one hour early and we won't be studying the whole day. I've had enough of school for now. I seriously need this two weeks of holidays to get myself prepared for the second term.

I need to study basically.

Anyway, all that remorse and depression I've been having this past week have fade away. I feel at peace with myself. What is done is done. I don't need to fret and throw daggers aimlessly anymore. Its no point really.Pfft yeah..only now I realised that.

So, I completed my second oral two days ago. It wasn't at all hard anymore. I just stood there and said what had to be said. I talked about my ex History teacher Miss Low who taught me History when I was in Form 1.

Atleast, I can still talk from all the embarrassment I had this past few weeks.

Other than that, after the holidays we would be floating. Yeah..I know, that sounds weird. We're gonna start floating classes because the Form 6 are coming in so we have to make way for them. So goodbye to my class. I was sort of moved when they started taking down the duty rosters and such because I could not believe that I have spent almost five months in this class. It was the first class that I entered and now leaving it is kinda sad.

Whats even more depressing is, our lovable class teacher Mrs W is not going to be teaching us History anymore and at the same time she has been assigned to be the class teacher for a different class. We were flabbergasted when we first heard it from her yesterday. I mean come on, she's the coolest teacher around and now she has to go. Why can't they assign Mr Z to teach a different class?? Why does he have to continue teaching us until the end of next year?

Its not fair I tell ya.