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Digi iPhone 4 Me

2010-09-26T03:05:00.005+08:00

I went out to greet Dad,

I heard his day was pretty bad.

I was going to ask him if everything was fine,

but he handed me a box and said it was mine.

I curiously looked at it,

And almost had a crazy fit.

I recognized the packaging in an instant,

For I had seen it many times before, though it was always distant.

iPhone 4, it said on the side.

I gave a huge smile even the box couldn't hide.

I then screamed and jumped and made a fool of myself

I took with me all the electronics, while the box remained forgotten on a shelf.

I proceeded to explore my new piece of treasure,

Its fast app switching making everything such a wonder .

I silently thanked the power of the universe;

Its multitasker-friendly program was simply diverse.

All too suddenly, I heard voices far away

I opened my eyes and found that I lay

On my back in bed, and it was just an ordinary day.

When I realized it was all just something I had dreamed,

My heart shattered into a million pieces, so it seemed.

While I could still feel the nonexistent iPhone in my hand,

I was too depressed to even stand.

I finally managed to get up off the bed,

And shake the glorious image out of my head.

I turned on my computer to blog about my tragic state,

And came across this email from Nuffnang that could change the course of my fate.

It told me how to make my dream come true,

If my dream-self got an iPhone, my real-self should get one too.

I sat down to think, on the floor,

But all that my brain could say was;

http://cdn.main.nuffnang.com.my/download/digi/iPhone4_NuffNang%20Badges_1.jpg

Lost, not yet found

2009-08-11T05:07:00.002+08:00

Typical of me to leave my blog untended to for so long.
Typical of me to only turn to it when times seem to be going downhill.

But honestly, who wants to read about me, say, living a perfect life? With the perfect friends and the perfect ONE and the perfect college life and the perfect contents of a perfect wallet?

Hah. You want to see me crash and burn, don't deny it. Whether to make yourself feel better, or so you can relate is besides the point.

August seems to be a bad month for me, just like how July was a bad month for Kim.

I mean, you just KNOW the month is going to be bad when you have been raped. I'll leave you to your wild imaginations with that one.

Meanwhile, I guess August is when friends decide to explore deeper into your privacy and twist it around their fingers. They want to control that, too. Well, for me at least.
August is also the month to realize that you haven't actually communicated with your boyfriend for about three months. Well, for me at least.
'Tis the season to be barred from college because you can't afford to pay for education.
'Tis the time to realize that not many people will miss you if you're gone.
'Tis the period to discover that these same people will take you for granted, every, chance, they get.
Well, for me at least.

Above all, it's the best, most perfect time of the year to have panic attacks. All the goddamn time. Random bursts of paranoia. Sleepless nights because you're afraid to die.
Maybe you should try this one.

The void is growing
At a steady pace
Without me knowing
It'll conquer this race.

I only want what I need
Their advice I took heed
But on my mind it started to feed
And my soul it made bleed.

Myself I lost
To the deadly frost
Terrified I grew
For nothing I knew.

Alone in the dark
I search for a spark
But nothing I find
They've left me behind.

It attacks my weakest
When I'm feeling my meekest
I can't run nor hide
This I'm forced to abide.

I look for me in you
I scout around for a clue
Tell me that there is a point
Give me substance to anoint.

With my mind my only guide
I leave behind everything to confide
I take two steps toward the light
And walk on until it feels right.

-End-

I need God.

Fashion+media=your next wildfire virus.

2009-06-20T21:07:00.005+08:00

Honest opinion be expressed, the world of Fashion is an oxymoron. In the studies of fashion, we are taught to embrace the varieties of forms, colours and sizes. There is no "She's too big- she's too small"... she just is. But take that onto the real, functioning runway, and you and I would be facing a dilemma.
People of this society don't want to see women with a little extra flesh, simply because we are made to think that it is unpleasant. We have somewhat grown into the idea that that people (especially women) need to fit into a stereotyped mold, or she is not worth as much attention.
Being skinny is neither good nor bad, it is just a physical state of being. Same goes with being fat. I bet you cringed at that word. The word "fat" has been used as an insult for far too long, and has evolved into something rather taboo and distasteful.
I solely blame the media for such widespread diseases, because while fashion is the most influential phenomenon known to the current era, in this case, fashion is just that - a tool. That is what the media does, it identifies a mode of propaganda and proceeds to brainwash you and tell you how things should be. They set vulgar molds like prisons and every living creature has to fit into their respective cells. Why do we let square-minded people tell us what to do? I find it simply degrading to have to succumb to the lifestyles of those who obviously live in their own little deluded worlds. The last time I checked, the media wasn't the one answering my prayers, it was God, and as far as I'm concerned, God's going to love you even if you broke the weighing scale. So I say get out of the box and see the world for what it actually is.

Acid

2009-06-20T18:51:00.002+08:00

I'm not lying when I seem strong,
I'm not lying when I do something wrong,
I'm not lying when I don't know how to choose,
I'm not lying when I get confused.

I have my moments,
When I break.
Of these things I don't know what to make.
I lose my mind.
Some answers I just cannot find.

Now I stand,
Alone facing a forked road.
By my side, there is no friend.
My feelings serve as nothing but heavy load.

I must make a choice,
(Why must I?)
I'm looking for a voice,
(But I've closed my third eye)
But all I hear is noise,
(They're all telling a lie)

I want you, (you know what I need)
But I need you (you're too far away)
I like you, (you may be here to stay)
But I love you. (for you, I'll bleed).
*************
Suck on my brain
It's what you're good for.
Don't refrain
Draw in more and more.

Like a disease,
Makes me deteriorate.
I'm never at ease,
My heart cannot accommodate.

You make me sick
I can't numb the pain.
But only for you Frick,
I'd do it all over again.

I'm A Standout In Life

2009-05-19T13:15:00.003+08:00

BEEEEEEEEEEEEECAUSE, seriously, this is funny.

Hui Lyn and I rock your socks off.

Thingamagik Tribune- Headlines

16th May 2009, Amcorp Mall (and other places)- A girl and......another girl (I think it was a girl, could've been a boy, zomg I don't know don't pressure me) were spotted at Amcorp Mall's taxi stand, waving at random strangers.

It started off like this:

Hui Lyn- Dei where the f*** is Farah UGH, hey! Helloo!! Is that her? No? Nevermind wave only!

Shannya- Who the hell are you waving at?

Hui Lyn- Haha no one, simply wave only.

Shannya- Oh haha, weyh, I dare you to wave at everyone and anyone, for a solid minute. No stopping. I teman you haha.

Shannya and Hui Lyn proceeded to wave at everyone, and cause quite a few people to be confused out of their pants.

After deciding that they would go ahead and take the risk of causing an accident, they started saying "hello" along with the waving.

They travelled from Amcorp to Taman Jaya LRT Station, still waving. They got onto the train and kept waving. They spread contagious laughter all around the train. Upon reaching KL Central (by now Farah had decided to join them) they had to mellow down, for "it isn't a safe place", an inside source told us. After a while, though, they resumed their waving at busses and taxis, ignoring at the fact that some people were staring like they were weirdos.

When they finally stopped (only due to the fact that Hui Lyn had to go for some function), Shannya did a quick recollection, and came to the conclusion that they had waved to at LEAST 200 people, and statistics show that 60% of the people waved back.

They had managed to brighten up the day of around 120 people.
Standout enough?
Definitely inspiring.

A truly remarkable story, reported by me, Shannya, and I am most definitely a standout in life.

P/S: Pictures will be up if I manage to borrow a memory card reader, though I doubt you need to see them. :)

The Secret

2009-04-02T00:40:00.003+08:00

It is Forbidden.
Like the City.
Like the Journey.
Like the wire connecting our hearts.

And as I listen, I watch your hands that shield these two worlds.

They travel in the trail I've longed for them to travel.

I look into your eyes. Your smiling eyes form a mirror for the sun.
I touch your velvet canvas, I feel every inch of it.
Every slope is a different journey... every crease is a new sensation.

I'm close enough to feel your breath on me.
Then I feel the elements of your pleasure, your destruction, your knowledge.
I close my eyes, and I see more than I've ever seen.

The electric feel courses through my tunnels, trespasses my shield, and the clouds become electric.

You taste like the sweetest sugar, the most effective drug.
You are my favourite chocolate.

Wanting you is like wanting everything I need, and everything I need is enough.
It is in these moments that I truly know of the epitome of perfection.

Every note that escapes you is music in itself.
Every pulse given off by your "organ that pumps blood" is assurance that there is another reality. And reality doesn't always have to be tragic.

I become lost in you, and I don't want to be found.

In this moment, nothing is hidden.
But everything is forbidden.

But only in this world.
Because you'd do whatever you want, in MY world.

I'm a Musicon Celebrity thanks to Maxis Broadband

2009-03-18T09:01:00.002+08:00

Honestly, have you ever thought you were born to be famous?

Like.. a famous celebrity, or something...

I just want to be able to live like one.
You know, money is NEVER an issue.
Like..

You to your accountant: Sorry, what? We just lost 250,000 dollars? Awww, damn, and I SO wanted to go on that shopping spree.....

Hello lah, now if I were to lose even RM10, I'd feel like bawling my eyes out.
Do you KNOW how much I can do with ten bucks???

And the CLOTHES they get.
Honestly, wouldn't it be nice to have TOP NOTCH fashion designers clambering to dress you up?

Eh but please, one day I'll be that fashion designer.
"What are you wearing?"
"Oh as you can see from the very uniquely personal embellishment, it's Shannya."

And I'd get to ride in those Limos... White. My Limo will be WHITE.
I dig white cars and gadgets...
I'd obviously have all the gadgets in the world MUAHA.

Yahyah! I can ride my Limos and flash my sexy gadgets to the people at the parties I'll get invited to!
Like the one at Maison held by Nuffnang.
The totallyawesomepossum one lah. The Nuffnang Music Bash '09.
Yeah. Like those. Where you need an INVITE. And party-crashers go to JAIL.

XD XD

But one thing lah: I H-A-T-E paparazzi jerks.
Oh but nevermind. Since I'm so damn rich, I'll hire aliens to abduct them.
Or a team of ninjas to whoop their asses.

Yeah.. an entourage of Ninjas.
FUH!

"Shannya".
That's a nice celebrity name, don't you think?
Oh please, you're just being sour.
Of course it is.

Yeah I think I'm born to be famous lah.
I'm such a Diva now anyway.
No I'm serious, you should see me Diva-ing.
I can get really spoilt and demanding.
I tend to just claim that it's called "determination".
So stick with the program, okay?

So now I'm being "determined" (Diva-demanding) to go to Nuffnang's Music Bash '09.

It's about time I got my butt outdoors anyway.

Ass Pee Am

2009-03-14T22:03:00.003+08:00

Hello.

I managed to scrape in 5A's.

:D

I'm pretty content about it.

Don't want to talk much about my other subjects though... :(
2 other credits, and we shall not talk about the others. HEH.

The A's totally matter.

But SPM doesn't really matter anymore anyway.

Well, seriously, that's all I've got for you, I'm sorry, I'm just extremely exhausted because I now have a 10-day, 12-hour job (today's the 4th day).

Not funny.
It is COMPLETELY depressing.
Don't want to talk about that either, so till next time, TA!

Tagged on Facebook, Now my Blog... XD Tagged by Nikole Jayne

2009-03-11T01:45:00.004+08:00

People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs. Tag 10 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

I TAG :
Tengku Sheril
Soorah Hassan
Joanna Nithiya
Jian Hao

01. What have you been doing recently?
Having Stupid damned panic attacks, no not funny.

02. Do you ever turn your cellphone off?
Not even if I'm asked to.

03. What had happened at 10.00 am today?
Was talking to Syam and omg thanks for reminding me, I forgot he called!

04. When did you last cry?
A few days ago: Army wives. Trevor said something Ryan always says.

05. Believe in fate/destiny?
I believe you make your own.

06. What do you want in your life right now?
Unconditional love from everyone so they ALL will still love me even if I got SHIT on my SPM slip. (touchwood)

07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?
Umbrella, although I don't like walking in the rain much.

08.What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?
My radio (yeah it's on my bed).

09. What bottom are you wearing now?
Shorts.

10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?
Waaaaaay back: "I love you too baby".

11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?
I try not to, seriously. I really do, because women just demand too much from men, and I don't want to do that.

12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?
Nope.

13. What was the last movie you caught?
Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li. We laughed so damned much. Not because it was funny, but because it was so boring that Sarah had all the time for her little jokes. HHHAHA

14. What are you proud of?
Sexy. I really really am proud of her.

15. What does the oldest message in your inbox says?
From Reuben: "Shannya cope copy? Earth to Shannya?" HAHA how cute.

16. What was the last song you sang out loud?
Fake It- Seether.

17. Do you have any nicknames?
Banana, Mango, Shan, Shanshan, Medusa.

18. What does your last received text message say?
"Tmrw only you know".

19. What time did you go to bed last night?
3 am.

20. Are you currently happy?
Ecstatic.

21. Who gives you best advice?
Er..I...Don't know when's the last time I've asked for any.

22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?
Anyone who says "no" must have had a deprived childhood.

23.Who did you talk to on phone last night?.
No one.

24. Is anyone bugging you right now?
Naaahhh...

25.What/ Who was the last thing/ person to make you laugh?
Sexy. :D

26. Do you wear toe socks?
Oh I wish I had a pair! They're so cute!

27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?
Shev.

28.Have you ever had your heartbroken?
YES. Ohmygod, YES.

29. What annoys you most in a person?
Disrespect.

30. Do you have a crush on anyone?
Ohmygod,YES. XD XD

31. Have you ever done cocaine?
One day lah.

32. What is the colour of your room?
Lavender.

33.Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?
Sell my soul to eternal damnation for a billion dollars? Not in your wildest dreams. My soul aint worth your money. Keep it and buy some lollipops. Go.

34. Do you believe in the saying of: talk is cheap?
Not entirely. Not ALL talk is cheap. Literally AND metaphorically.

35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?
Shev.

36. Who was the last person to hug you?
My mum.

37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?
Yeah?

38. Do you have a life?
Yes, do you?

39. Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didn't die?
For about 5 minutes, it did cross my mind.

40. What is the reason behind your profile song?
What bloody profile song?

41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?
SEXY.

42. Last time you smiled?
I still am.

43. Have you changed this year?
A LOT.

44. What are you listening right now?
My imagination.

45. Are you talking to someone when you're doing this?
Oh yes... Sexy take me.

46. Do you walk with your eyes opened or closed?
Wide-frikkin-open.

47. Is there a quote you live by?
"You're never too young to teach, never too old to learn"

48. Do you want someone you cannot have?
YES YES.

49. Have you ever played an instrument?
I still play it: The Piano.

50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?
Calling.. for...

51. What were you doing last night at 11 pm?
Watching "Trust a Man".

52. Are you happy with your love life right now?
Yes. But I would be happier if..........

53. What song best describe your love life?
Amber- 311 (that's our song).

54. Does the person know that you like him/her?
Yes lah.. I don't bother hiding these things (well not anymore anyway).

55. Who always makes you laugh?
Baby! MY BABYYY! And Shevani. She never fails to give me a good workout with laughing.

56. Do you speak other language other than English?
Bahasa, a tiny bit of Tamil, which I don't do so well, and some broken French XD XD.

57. Favourite website(s)?
Facebook, Youtube, Blogger, Blogskins.

58. What's your middle name?
I have 2- Preeya Vijayarengam.

59. What are you doing tomorrow?
Working.

60. What do you think you are like?
I can never have too much cheese, Nik. I'm like...Chocolate. Initially hard but I melt with your touch :).

61. Who will you choose to die with?
I wouldn't want anyone to die with me dude.

62. Where have you been today?
My mum's place, Sec. 11.

63. What game do you play often?
Guess-the-Sketch!

64. Who are you missing right now?
Baby, Sexy, Him.

65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?
The Friends I Love.

66. What are you doing right now?
Being amazed that SO much time has gone by, yet I'm only at #66.

67. Which primary school are you from?
Sekolah Sri Petaling.

68. Name 3 colours that you like.
Yellow, Very Pale Pink, Turquoise

69. What emotion do you like to show?
Love, happiness, sometimes a little anger.

70. What is your life to you?
My game.

71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?
Talk. Ponder.

72 Who did you last chat with on MSN today?
Sexy.

73. Who do you admire most?
My BABY.

74. Which month are you born in?
May.

75. How are you feeling right now?
HO ME GAD! Let's not go there.

76. What is the time now?
02:26 am.

77. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?
CrazyPsychoTotallyLovable.

78. What colour did you use to dye your hair?
Brown.

79. Why are you doing this questionnaire?
Because Nik tagged me. I can't ignore a tag from her :)

80. What do you do when you're moody?
Mope, or throw eggs.

81. At which age you wish to get married?
23.

82. Who is more important to you?
Exactly. Who from who?

83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?
Tell every single person I love that I love them, make out with some of my fantasy-people, travel to 5 differen countries, and probably die mid-way.

84. Who is the person you trust the most?
Ryan. Really, I trust him with my life. Apart from that, myself.

85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?
If it's there and I happen to see it. What the hell's to believe or not?

86. If you could have a dream come true, what would it be?
Having the best life I can have.

87. What is your goal for this year?
Get Rich or Die Trying.

88. Do you believe in love for all eternity?
Yes, actually I do.

89. What feeling do you love most?
Passion. Burning Passion.

90. Do you really think there's global warming now?
No.

91. What feeling do you hate the most?
Guilt. I can't bear it.

92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?
Yes.

93. Do you believe in God?
SO MUCH.

94. Who cares for you most?
I do.

95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
Love. Plain ol' Love.

96. What will you bring when you fight?
Intelligence. I don't like getting physically-abusive.

97. What have you done that you regretted doing in your whole life?
Nothing. Life is nothing when you regret shit.

98. What would you feel if everyone no longer cares for you?
Thoroughly depressed.

99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?
I'd dump his/her sorry ass and go find one worthy of me.

100. How do you feel now?
HAHHAA. I feel.. I'm feeling alott shit.

Another One Up

2009-03-09T01:18:00.003+08:00

Okay, so Jake was right.
After all that editing I did to the previous blogskin, I grew tired of it.
And here's the new one.
And if I change this too, I'm sure it'll be a simpler one, because it looks like that's where I'm headed.

Damnit, I've had enough of HTML codes for today.
And I'm not even done.
Do you see this gay ass "your title meh meh" on my header?

What. In. The. Hell. Is. That.

Vadever (that's Tamil for whatever, you noob).

I wrote a LONG, NONSENSICAL, RANDOM letter to Ryan last night...
And I just want to post it already..
Yeah we can email and all that, but there's nothing like handwriting something to someone 32857439856 miles away, you know?

And if he writes back.... mmmmm *giggles*........

WHAT LAH. Never seen me like this before issit?
Yeah too bad. You don't know me then hmph.
I'm always like this.
No. I'm serious.

You know whattheflower?
Jake should get one of em bloody Oscars.

The day before yesterday, I was telling Jake about watching Street Fighter and how bloody lame it was.
And then I said "For some reason they had a frikkin Heroes scene in there where her Master does some magic healing shit. Was so damned Hayden Panettiere."
And well haha I guess he REALLLLY likes Miss Cheerleader, he get's uber defensive and all.
So I'm just like... I didn't insult Hayden or anything, I was insulting Kirsten Kreuk.
Vadever la some argument broke out and he just left.
Like. Left. At the EXACT moment I said "Grr. Sorry Jake".
So I was like "Okayyyyy someone's mad."
Then the next day I saw him on and said hi, but he didnt say anything, even after my hundreds of sorries.
So today I do the whole "Why are you mad? At least talk" thing.
And he's just like.. "Yeah. Ah huh."
Then later on he tells me he was frikkin JOKING.
YISH.
YIIIIISSSSHHHHHHHHHH.

I was. Just. So. Damned. Ugh.

THEN, oh THENNN. Renuka deicdes to just casually say in passing that Sexy Vocalist is LEAVING.
To MANCHESTER. (Wtf is with ppl and Manchester these days anyway?)
APA LAH.
I got all panicky.
THEN, oh THEN she goes like "Eh, just for a month lah. For work. He always goes lah madam."

EYER... is all this NECESSARY?
Simply fooling around with my fragile heart RIGHT.

I sound so. Juvy.

Let's just blame the hormones and such.
Convenient excuse, as always.

Oh oh, and also, I'm in total zombie mode right now. I almost blacked out just now.
That's why. Yeahh THAT'S why my post seems so damned unsubstancial.

Yeah.. just keeeeeep looking for excuses.
But hey, this is MY blog.
And it's MY right to talk crap if I want to.

Hehe.

Thank you for understanding.
Goodnight.
Er. Morning.
Er. Vadever. Time doesn't matter anyway (another one of em excuses XD).

Sunshine When It's Raining

2009-03-07T16:31:00.005+08:00

I know for a fact that today, I'm going to feel good, no matter what happens.

Here's why.

I woke up to a phone call from Ryan.
I mean..hearing his voice the FIRST thing in the morning is...well you can't beat that.

And after so long, we actually got to have a full hour without getting cut off and all that bullcrap.

He was happy about that.
I was even happier.

It has been 9 months and 9 days..
HAHA. A couple of people have said "OMG you coulda had a baby in that time!"
I find that rather amusing.

I forgot that I hadn't told Nish and Sarah that we were official.
I mean, at the time I told them about us having a "thing", I kind of didn't know we were official.
Well. So yeah.
Sarah asked me yesterday "So how's your white dude?"
And I said "Ryan. He's good, we're good. The 26th of last month was our 9 month-anni."
And Nish and her just decided to get real mad and.. they sorta merajuked for five solid minutes or so.

As bad as I felt for not telling them, I was uber touched that they felt like that...It was so damned cute.
Like. They literally crossed their arms and got mad.
How adorable. Teehee.

Well anyway. It's sort of an open relationship now, so...I am not one 100% taken.

I like it that way. For now :)
I told Renuka that she should feel absolutely free to throw my wedding cake into my face if she attends my wedding and it doesn't say "Shannya wed Ryan".

HAHAHAH.

Love.
Makes you think so unnecessarily far ahead.
But that's part of the fun of it, I suppose.

I like flings too.
There are no strings attached.
I like having both.

And I'm glad I'm lucky enough to have what I like :)

Good Quarrels, Productive Arguments

2009-03-07T03:37:00.004+08:00

ATTENTION: The following post was not written to;

-convince parents to go easier on their kids
-make youths think that they have a right to act as they please and get away with it

It was written however, in the hopes that it will shed some light on certain things, and there will be a decrease in the number of High Blood Pressure patients......and also I'm just blogging about my opinions.

Okay. So here it is.

I honestly think that quarrels between youths and their parents are good.

No I'm not off my rocker, and I haven't lost any marbles.

I think youths quarreling/arguing with their parents is not only good, but it's a necessity.
I think so, because..well, it helps build character.
They start forming opinions, and it's a process of self-discovery.

Parents, it is GOOD NEWS when your child argues with you.
Well, at least you know your child's got a promising future because he/she has got strong opinions and ideas. And if he/she argues well, a promising future as a lawyer, perhaps? :)

Well, my point is, it should be looked at in a positive way.
Not "Oh you're so impossible, you're rude, you're <> and you're <> ", you know?
Don't get me wrong, fight back, because we need it. If you're gonna succumb to our nonsense then who are we to hone our skills with?
Because at the end of the day, isn't everything a learning process for everyone?

Having said all that, though, here's another thought.
When these arguments and quarrels happen...inevitably, a wall is put up..
There is a barrier between both parties.
Yeah it's hurtful, bla bla.
But really...I think in the long run, that's a good thing.
Because I actually think it helps parents sort of... let go of their children. You get where I'm getting at?
No matter how much you deny it, the time WILL come for you to let go of your children.
Its all part of life, isn't it.
This is just nature's way of teaching both parent and child that there will come a time to let go, and you need some sort of practice before you actually do it.

I'm not saying it's natures only way. I'm saying it is ONE of nature's ways.
Not everyone would need such things to prepare them for what's coming.
Just like how not everyone needs sex to feel complete.

I just think that people should start looking at the bigger picture more often instead of complaining so much that their healths are affected.

:)

My brain's a little tired from all the thinking haha, so I'm just gonna go, argue with my dad for a bit, then head off to bed.

Mood swings, maybe. Sense, definitely

2009-03-07T02:33:00.006+08:00

Just hear me out for a second (or 39875), okay...but seriously...

What do you call a transvestite who digs women?

What, so you're a man, you decide "Oh look at this thing. I don't like it.. sorta resembles a snake ooh how creepy lets chop it off and grow watermelons on my chest.." yeah so you do that yeah, and then you say "oh wait haha BUT, I like girls".

So.. do I call you gay or straight?
Because...In reality, you're a man, well, you were born one. Plastic surgery is just a swanky term for "physical lie", so.. you're a man, plus and minus a few things..so you'd be straight to dig women...
But mentally, you're a female.. this is when "you are what you want people to perceive you to be", so here you are, being "female", and you dig women. So... you're lesbian now?

WHAT.

Will someone just tell me already?

I'm sorry if anyone finds this post disrespectful, shallow, and other bad things, I won't deny it, because hey, you're entitled to your own opinion as I am mine. But I just want to know.
It is confusing. And rather hard to keep up with (excuse me for wanting to keep up with the society I am part of?).

And you know what, people?
Listen to me.
If you are GAY, then just. bloody. SAY IT.
Don't be beating behind the bush (plants or hair) and claiming you're not.
THAT, is just bringing hypocrisy to a whole new level, it is just disrespectful.

You LIE to yourself and the world, because you fear people judging you and saying bad things about you? WELL HERE'S NEWSFLASH FOR YOU: We ALL have to deal with that shit.

And honestly, would you rather them call you "faggot" or "pussy"?
Personally, I'd prefer "faggot" any day, because it just goes to show that these people know not of the RESPECTABLE term "gay".
But "pussy" is just..a word by itself.. Seriously.. "coward" may come close, but "pussy" explains it better.
Go figure.

Done with that one. But here's another.

I have personally come across people telling me to live for myself and not others way too many times.

Really. "Live for yourself, because at the end of the day, God's judgments are what matters".
Well REALLY NOW. Which is why God decided to make a world-full of us, and THEN said, "love thy neighbour like thy self".
Yes. I agree with you.
No. Go slap yourself a thousand times and make your daily mantra: "I shall not preach nonsense".

You live to impress people, you live to do things worthy of praise. You live to please more than yourself, AND THAT'S JUST THE FUCKING WAY IT IS, ALRIGHT?

Don't be coming to me and giving me this "what people think don't matter" shit, because if it was so, we all would just dig holes, curl up in there, wait till we die and call that Life.

Oh come off it, for God's sake (and mankind's).

Is that like, some sort of comfort-excuse?
Like.. "I'm a downright vaginahead, but I will just tell myself that what people think of me don't matter, so then I can continue being this awful thing, and it will be okay!"

Yeah hello, and God's gonna judge you based on how well you pour OJ into a glass in the mornings, right?

Think about it. Seriously.

And if my words have failed to make you think that humans have as much right to judge as God does, whatever happened to "God is within every one of us"?

Just go be a better person lah.

Cats In Love

2009-02-25T13:59:00.005+08:00

Apparently I've been labeled a groupie.
Hahaha. Me? A groupie?
Okay well, maybe I am......
But there's only ONE band I'd be honoured to be a groupie of: Cats In Love.

What?
Never heard of them?
Then go boil your head.

No, I wasn't joking.

Anyway, Cats In Love, is comprised of:

Lohan - Guitar and Vocals (and occasionally the Harmonica)
Reuben - Drums and Vocals
Zul - Bass
Catherine - Keyboard and Synthesizer

And they never fail to bring the house down...in the best possible way.

In my opinion, they do the BEST covers of:

The Beatles' Come Together
The Beatles' Hey Bulldog
Styx's The Serpent Is Rising
Grand Funk Railroad's Inside Looking Out (That's a fucking 9-minute, 29-second song played live. WITH the harmonica.)

And a fairly orgasmic cover of The Beatles' I Want You (She's So Heavy).

So you get the drift of their music genre- they've got quite a number of fucking-good originals, like Black Monday, What You Mean To Me, and Out Again, which can be heard on their Myspace page (see bottom of post for link).

Honestly, I have noticed that I am in one of my happiest moods when I'm at their gigs.
They're somewhat euphoric....and very therapeutic.
They just....hit the spot.
And goodness only knows what lengths I go to to end up at their gigs.
OKAYLAH I'm a fanatic-groupie lah, you happy?

They've performed at places like Ol' Skool, VR1, Laundry Bar, Groove Junction, and a couple of times at No Black Tie, just to name a few.

One of the best parts about watching them is that the exuberant energy they exude while playing eventually rubs off onto you.
Their music is addictive. Or maybe it's just them.

*Well, aren't they a sexy bunch. (yes I know you notice the little watermark thingamajiggy at the bottom of the picture, but what am I to do? Renuka takes forever to pass me pictures, hence the theft.)

Whatever it is, you're a sad piece of being if you don't go watch their next gig.
Will keep you posted on that.

Meanwhile, visit their Myspace page @

www.myspace.com/catsinloveband

to listen to a few of their rockin' tunes!

Till the next post, meow!

Amber is the colour of your energy.

2009-02-21T18:28:00.005+08:00

OKAYOKAYOKAY!!
I'm totally unreliable when it comes to updating my blog.
I K-N-O-W....
My Nuffnang page doesn't hesitate to tell me that.

Gone are the days when there were conversations like this:

Friend: Hey! So what's up with you lah? Long time no see! You gotta update me lah!!
Me : Haha! I'm alright lah. Er.. Update you ah. Nevermind lah. Just go read the blog.

Go figure.

No really, I SWEAR, I have lost my mojo.
And then I attempted to post some pictures up, but my computer is so damned SLOW that in the time it takes to upload the pictures, I can take a dump, paint my nails, watch Nip/Tuck shower the dog, the cat, the butterflies and the plants, go shopping at the Pavillion, come home, complain about my aching feet, and watch Lipstick Jungle.

GEEZ. No! Don't even THINK of pretending to know how I feel!
I doubt ANYONE in this WORLD has a computer as slow as mine.

Well, ANYWAY, on to happier things.

I have new Prozac. It's called Jian Hao.
And I've decided that I'm secretly gonna marry him someday.
Totally contradictory to my principles regarding marriage, I know.
Too bad. Deal with it.

And er, he's called my Prozac for obvious reasons :)

Oh by the way, he's adorable.

*Eh Prozac, if you happen to read this, don't let it get to your head alrighhhttt...

I STILL haven't gotten a job, because....I am afraid I won't be committed, I'm afraid I wont be able to find steady transport to work, I'm afraid I wont have time for anything in life.
By the way, in case you're wondering, I still have a phobia of driving, which means I still don't have my license. For those of you who don't know, I crashed my dad's car when I was 14...or was it 15?

Okay whatever. So er. Yeah.

Right now, it is raining. Like pussies and bitches. What? I am not allowed to be vulgar on my blog now?
Oh sod off.

I hate it. It is cold, and I'm freezing.
And worse still, I wanna sleep but I can't.
And even worse still, Astro's being a bitch, so no football.

Go die lah you rain.

You know, you think it's bad that I haven't been blogging.
Listen to this. I haven't even been reading

Kenny OR

XiaXue.

How fucked is that?

I've got a whole month's worth of catching up to do...gahh.

Ryan and I have a song: 311's Amber.

Brainstorm
take me away from the norm
I got to tell you something
this phenomenon
I had to put it in a song
and it goes like

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
you ought to know what brings me here
you glide through my head blind to fear
and I know why
whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

You live too far away
your voice rings like a bell anyway
don't give up your independence
unless it feels so right
nothing good comes easily
sometimes you gotta fight

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
launched a thousand ships in my heart, so easy
still it's fine from afar, and you know that
whoa, brainstorm take me away from the norm
whoa, I got to tell you something

Okay so, that's it (it's a tiny little, SHORT update.)
More to come soon!

Smiling Vjj!

2009-01-23T18:23:00.006+08:00

Haven't been inspired to blog lately... but today... TODAY, I couldn't be more inspired!
I was watching Oprah today, and I know this episode has been played many times before...but it's the first time I've watched it.

For this episode, Oprah invited Dr. Christiane Northrup- One of Oprah's favorite Ob-Gyns.

So anyway, this awesome Dr. Northrup said "SELF CULTIVATION...TURN YOURSELF ON"
Well ladies, there's the green light! roflmfao

So today, Dr. Northrup taught us all how to make our vejay-jays SMILE!

Okay, so here's how it goes...

You place one hand on your heart (Dr. calls it the Upper Heart), and another on your Vejay-jay (she calls it the Lower Heart), as shown in Diagram 1.

Breathing is apparently very important in this procedure...so SUCK IN THE OXYGEN!

The smiling plays an equally big role in this procedure, so the wider the better! Hey, if your mouth can't smile, what makes you think your vejay-jay can smile? Remember, this is a very tricky stunt (but do try it at home!) haha

And there you have it, a SMILING VEJAY-JAY!

Well, why are you still sitting there? Go put a smile on that..........vejay-jay!

The Rise of the Lycans starts Jan 09

2009-01-15T14:51:00.003+08:00

The fact that The Rise of the Lycans starts Jan 09 is old news, but HEY, I'm still excited alright?
I want to go watch it!!
It being The Rise of the Lycans starts Jan 09, of course.
So anyway, considering the fact that The Rise of the Lycans starts Jan 09, I will be able to watch it real soon!!
Yay for The Rise of the Lycans starts Jan 09!!

Okay moving on from that desperate -but so totally and extremely creative- attempt, today is Dad's birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY DEAREST!

What?
I'm confusing you about my affection towards the parents?
Hello! Get over it, you do it too.

So moving on, I will baking the birthday cake today! ourfatherinheavenholybeyourname.....

Well so anyway, pictures up later!

PGUOYAADS

2009-01-11T14:47:00.002+08:00

Honestly, this feels... really disgusting.

No job, no college.

So I have all the time in the world for Project GUOYAADS!!

What's Project GUOYAADS I hear you ask?

Project Get Up Off Your Arse And Do Something :)

So this is where I go do EVERYTHING I've been planning to do but just couldn't find the time.

Phase 1 of Project GUOYAADS has already been done: Rockclimbing.. Although, I think I'm going to do it again. Will get the pictures this time.

Phase 2 is probably going to be something like... Jungle Trekking or something..

Well anyway, I am going to do as MANY things as possible within the span of...3 months :)
Hopefully I can stick to the time frame. But it's not that important la.

Okay so in other news...

My uncle turned 50 on the 9th...
According to him,the celebration of his 5th anniversary of his 45th birthday was on Saturday. LOL!

It's funny how young people are in a rush to grow up, and old(er) people are constantly in denial about their age.

Anyway, SO many things were on on the same day!!

-Uncle's birthday party
-Nish's sister Shereen's engagement (which I couldn't go for- Congrats Logan and Shereen!)
-REUBEN'S GIG, APPARENTLY! (he had decided not to tell anyone. Onlygodwilleverknowhy)
-Youth 09, which I bloody didn't go for, because
-I had to go look for our duet acting script in Borders (they apparently couldn't find the particular book Sasa and I were looking for. Fuck you,so much for BORDERS.)

I don't know what I'm going to do about the script I swear.
Oh well.

Anyway, pictures up soon!

It's Time

2009-01-07T18:06:00.003+08:00

Some cry some cut, some paint, some sing. I write.

Who the hell do I blame
For the dying of the flame?
Is it you from up above
You showed us all we need is love.

But try as I fucking might
Now It's time to give up the fight.
I was there for him every moment I could,
But turn to her is all he ever would.

It's sick to have to beg and plead
But everything goes to the one with greed.
The one who told many a lie.
And tales that measure up to the sky.

All the time I have been developing,
You appear to be constantly moping
At the fact that I'm an individual with my own way
And not your empty machine who has no say.

If you didn't want this Flower,
Then you shouldn't have planted the seed.
But you made a wrong choice that you can't cover.
It's time, of this mistake, take heed.

Don't you dare feel remorse
When I decide to take a different course.
Don't you dare say you're sorry
Your chances you gave up, so goes the story.

If I should come across the embrace of success,
Don't bother expecting your name in the press
Not one piece of green you'll get,
Even if you need it to live, I won't fret.

It was you who chose to cut the ties.
I'm not important,why should you pay the price?
You did it before him,
And now he is taken by your fucking whim.

You come and go as u fucking wish,
Your supposed priority you kept waiting on a leash.
Now I'm chewing off the last bit,
I will be no one to you; well bitch,you asked for it.

You can hit me all the fuck you want,
The pain I feel is greater than that from your hand.
I feel it in my heart, but I put on a strong front.
Now deep inside, I have too many pieces to mend.

Now you will say you're oh-so sad.
Because I'm leaving you Mum and Dad.
Oh boo-fucking-hoo, don't bother to cry
Finally, the time has come for me to say goodbye.

-End-

They fucking deserve it.

Back On Track

2009-01-06T10:17:00.008+08:00

Can you BELIEVE that U-mobile's San Storage System crashed and had been having problems for the past 3 days?
That's 3 days with no internet for me.
THREE.
Not funny whatsoever.

Okay so anyway, on the 3rd, I went rockclimbing with Denise and a bunch of Denise's friends. Nice People.
(No pictures- Denise didn't have batteries for her camera)

It was all good, pulled my muscles like anything, in alot of pain bla bla. Lol

Then I met up with Sarah! As in Sarah Moi?
I know! After FIVE YEARS okay?
Honestly, if we ever turn gay, we're made for each other. roflmfao!

Later on I went to Valarrie's place, and all I did for four hours was watch music videos.
No. Not MTV or whatever.

After watching those videos, I realized "Oh damn, I have a highschool-crush on this guy."
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Ok enough with the dots.

Michael Jackson! *giggle-bat eyelashes*

NO!! I didn't say Mikael, I said Michael. NOT

but

:D

Oh c'mon. If you're a girl and you NEVER had even a TEENSY WEENSY crush on this one, you should seriously consider jumping into a huge hole and burying yourself there.

Dammmnnnn watching almost all his videos was like. WOOOOH!

Why the HELL did he do all that jazz to himself? I'd really like to know.
And then he comes along and sings "It doesn't matter if you're black or white...".
S'cuse me?
Okay well whatever.
Maybe it was just my hormones (it was that time of the month) or maybe I suddenly dig men who can't decide on their race,religion,name and nose-type.

Okay, so today, I'm going job-hunting.
Wish me luck!!

P/S: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SASHAY SAYANNGGGG!!!! Sorry I couldn't wish you on the 3rd... Please refer to first line of this post... :)

Furry Bugger

2009-01-02T22:15:00.004+08:00

Want to see the face of the person who PEED on my BED??

Meet Marquee.
Yeah... I thought he was too cute for that kind of spiteful stunts too.
But ah well, as the old saying goes, looks can be deceiving.

Just imagine waking up to the most horrible stench of your life, right next to your face.
Yes, that bugger peed next to my face.
Bright side? At least it wasn't ON my face...

I think this is worse than Xia Xue's experience with maggots (ewww) because BLOODY HELL, the stench has been there like that for THREE whole days.

I cannot sleep in my own bed. Because my cat peed on it.
Yes I give you all the permission in the world to laugh.

Needless to say, my room is in complete disarray YET AGAIN.
Oh man. SOS: I need a get-away, this is not a joke.

Nevertheless, never has the phrase "But I love that idiot" been put to better use.
Hee Hee...

It Wont Be Often

2009-01-02T20:56:00.006+08:00

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND the new skin is up.
It's pretty alright, except for the "The Other Eden". I mean, what's up with that gay shit man?

Anyway.

What do you do when your parents tell you that it is okay for them to talk to you however they want, and you're supposed to just take it all in, simply because they're your "Parents"??

And then one comes back and doesn't give two flying fucks of a rat's ass about whether you've had your meals for the day?

I am telling you, I ABSOLUTELY NEED a break from them. I swear.
The other day my mum tells me that she will die without me.
And I'm thinking "Yo woman, guess what? You don't even live with me, so that theory of yours is BOGUS"

OHHHHH what the hell I wouldn't give to tell them ALL that's on my mind....and OHMYGOD neighbours cooking, I want to steal some of their food.

Sorry, sidetracked there...but anyway, one fucking fine day they will get what they deserve. They fucking will, THESE WORDS OF MINE YOU CAN MARK.

I am ABSOLUTELY SICK of being treated like someone else's child who decided to crash these people's lives uninvited.

Sick. Of. It.

Where the love at, man?

P/S: If you get knocked up, EVER HEARD OF ABORTIONS? Killing someone before they're even born once and for all is better than killing someone over long and torturous years due to your LACK OF BLOODY CARE AND KNOWLEDGE.

Have a good day.

Padapapapaa, I'm Not Loving It

2009-01-01T18:27:00.007+08:00

Nobody in their right mind would publicly diss McDonald's. On a BLOG.

So I guess I'm not in my right mind.

Honestly, McDonald's should take a bag of their crappy, soggy french fries and shove it up their arses.

Well, I am basically pissed off with the McD's Delivery. But then again, it comes from McD's itself, so whatever.

I've personally encountered crappy service several times, but most of them were at Nish's.
Yes, I'm saying that Section 14's outlet is shit.

I was at Nish's the other day, and we were starved, so we ordered McD's. They shouldn't be under the "Fast Food" category anymore, considering the fact that THEY ARE SLOWER THAN SNAILS. And by the time they arrive with the food, the fries are soggy, the ice in the drinks have melted, the food is cold...
And, they have the audacity to be stingy with their soggy, good-for-nothing fries, ketchup and serviettes AND STRAWS???
Hello! They're STRAWS, for crying out loud!

Yeah, this is apparently a box of fries from a Set Large. Kiss my badonkies la.

Er yes, needless to say, we were very discontented with it.

Suckers need to buck up before I call them up everyday to make their lives effing miserable (hey might be good therapy! For the caller, not the....callee. HAHA)

Anyway, today, I ordered McD's and so the guy arrives and my bill is Rm14.70. I hand him a 100 ringgit note, four 1 ringgit notes, and 70 sen.

McD: Er. Takde sepuluh ringgit ke?
Me: Tak. Takde. I ade duit tu je.
McD: Ala! Kenapa tak bagi tau diorg kat Mekdonald tadi bile you call diorg?? I mane ade duit tukar??

Dude! And I'm supposed to know that they're gonna send some nutcase with no change? And the fact that you don't have change is MY fault!?!?
I was cramping so needless to say, I lost my temper.

Me: Ngko ni mane boleh gi hantar barang tanpe duit tukar?!?
McD: Ala aku hanta benda je! Aku mane tau sume benda ni?
VERY VERY pissy me: Ko HANTA benda tu, BAWAK jelah duit! Alasan bodoh cani sumer I taknak dengar ah. Korang keje, bwat je keje tu, jangan nk buat hal, pastu bagi alasan sumer.

But anyway I had to go in and take some change and all that bullshit.
Oh man... What a time and day to get into such crappy arguments.

So what do I do? I walk in, settle infront of my computer, munch on extra-soggy fries, and accept the fact that we can't ALWAYS have what we want in life. :)

Hello 2009

2009-01-01T17:29:00.004+08:00

Okay, first I was inconsistent.. Now I'm inconsistent AND ignorant??

I mean... I BLOG on CHRISTMAS, and I don't bother wishing anyone.

WOW man...well hey, at least I diss myself for your reading pleasure :)

OKAY, so I guess becoming a consistent and sensitive blogger would have to top my New Year's Resolutions list.

Will jot that one down later.

Anyway, I don't know about you people, but for me, 2008 has been rather...poopy.

No. Really. Not to completely depress you out of your minds, but there has been about 5 deaths in my family alone, nevermind the neighbours and friends. That is just absolutely GAY okay?
I mean... I know dying is all part of life, bla bla, but Jesus, GIVE US A BREAK ALREADY.

Here's to SINCERELY hoping that 2009 will be a brighter year for all of us.
Cheers.

Okay, so moving on.
3 days prior to New Year's eve, I had major plans to party the toodles out of myself.
But alas, too many cooks will ALWAYS spoil the broth. Really. Too many plans eventually made me sick of even trying to plan, so I went to Nish's gathering, which is possibly the most rational thing I could have done.

So I was complaining to Nish about asking me to come at 8 (apparently that was late for me) because, well at that point I just wanted to get out of my house. And then, a certain sweetheart came online. :)
So I ended up going to Nish's at 8.30. I am truly Malaysian, am I not? Lol
8.40 and it was only Nick and myself; Nish was in the shower -_- I spot another true Malaysian.

So Nick decides to shower me with nonsense about how I am not qualified to receive Holy Communion, because one has to be a PRACTISING Catholic to do so, and I am, apparently not.
Bollocks, I say.
Nick wants to become a priest. He asked if I would go to his church. I said yeah I totally would, just to point and laugh at him. XD

Okay well, so the others eventually arrived (wow there really are alot of us Malaysians, huh?) so it was Mike, Ruba, Nick, Myra, Pravind, Nish and myself. Farah joined us shortly afterwards.

So I ushered the New Year in with a "Hic. Happy New Yearrrrr Everyboddyyy! Mwah *HIC* ohmy hahahhah lfh;erigkhgkjdfb;lh".
Well, close enough to a BANG.

Eh just please la okay. I honestly think I've drastically shortened my life span in the past two weeks.
Seriously, alcohol can kill, so I've succeeded in convincing myself. Lol

Anyway, pictures.

Noor Farah who's been missing out ALOT lately.

Er, I captioned the pictures from bottom to top, so Myra and Nish again. XD

These are Myra and Mike

The NishGill and I

No? I'm not really afraid to put up retardedly spasticated pictures of myself?
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And then at the strike of 12...

Even Nish's dad joined us :)

I think Rubesh was feeling holy or something.....

Yeah lah alcohol did us good la okay? peesh...lol

Okay well, so. It is time for my New Year's Resolutions List. I will not be publicly displaying the whole list, mind you. Just the not-so-personal ones. :)

Shannya's New Year's Resolutions List for 2009 (well, part of it)

1. Become a more consistent blogger.
2. Become a more sensitive blogger.
3. Become a Nuffnanger. Already did
4. Spend more time writing, be it blogging or story-writing.
5. Get a job.
6. Take more time to enjoy life like it should be.
7. Start saving up for my trip to the US.
8. GET AN EFFING CAMERA.
9. Do all the activites and extreme sports I never had the time to do.
10. This includes sky-diving *shudders at the mere thought of it*
11. Make use of my planner.
12. Learn how to change my blogskin, which means becoming more blog-oriented.
13. Meet lots of new people.
14. Do more shopping! (contradicting much? haha)
15. And finally, the most cliche thing I can work on, is being a better person on the whole! :)

So that's that, my friends.
Goodbye, farewell, sayonara, toodledoo, aur re voir, 2008, Hello there, 2009!

No, I did not forget.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, DEAR READERS!!!!
xx.

Yes, Rubbish

2008-12-25T16:14:00.007+08:00

First it was SPM, now I'm blaming this rather tragic and alarming condition; Festive Laziness (FL).
I'm an inconsistent blogger indeed.
But hey,............er..OK, I don't have a valid compensation.
BLEH, I will blog more, OKAYYY? :)

Needless to say, MUCH MUCH MUCH has happened while I was not blogging.
So SPM ended in a rather melancholic manner.
Don't want to talk much about it. -_-
On a brighter note, Arjan Berkouwer (pronounced Arryon Bear Cower) a.k.a Dutchboi actually came here. Yes I'm still not really over that fact, haha.
I mean. WOW. Michelle is one lucky girl alright? Yes, that's a hint of jealousy you sense...

There was A LOT of unnecessary DRAMA while he was here. Aaah, we Malaysians.
I guess he truly got a taste of the Malaysian culture. lol
Apart from that, his taste buds are really versatile. He liked Roti Canai, Hokkien Mee, BAK KUT TEH (O.O), and such. I was impressed. LOL

It was a pity Arjan didn't get to SEE much of Malaysia.. He spent 70% of his time indoors (house/malls).
Next year, eh?

He stayed with me for the last three days. Which means I actually cleaned my room!! Mwahaha

Sidetrack for a bit; The Gayest Thing Ever: I didn't have time to put up the christmas tree this year (yes shoot me).

Anyway, Nish and I managed to take him out for a bit one day before his departure.

1.Times Square
2.Central Market
3.Petaling Street

1. Arjan claimed that the rides were "funny" and not scary in any way...

......and then he took a look at the DNA mixer. MWAHAHA.

Yes I had time to be a poser. ;p

Arjan took one good look at it and said "No. I am NOT going on that. I will puke"
And Nish is too chicken for rides anyway, or so she says, so I went alone.

Oh god. The protective gear held me down alright, but did it so forcefully that certain...parts of me got thoroughly injured. Yes, including down there. OW.

Well the one thing Nish could enjoy was the Bumper Car...

2. I think this picture is truly funny... Special Child. It was completely unplanned, by the way.

He managed to get souvenirs for his whole family.. oh, and an adorable mug for Fran, to thank her for hosting him. Ahuh.

3. Of course, the one-stop pirate ship. :)

And then... it felt like in a blink of an eye and he was packing.. :(

Bye dear.. you will be back, though. Don't worry :D

Nederlandse jongen is hier en echt

2008-12-13T14:04:00.004+08:00

And his name is Arjan (pronounced Arryon).

Haha. All tall, gray-eyed (for the time being) and blond-haired. Very charming smile.

I tell you, he's truly versatile. I mean, c'mon. Roti Canai?? AND saying it's good?? Hat's off to you Dutchie!!

We (Ka, Reuben and I) took him to Chili's yesterday. As predicted, he couldn't finish his meal. Well duh. Then headed back to Ka's and watched The Love Guru. And then Dan In Real Life (which Arjan thought was completely boring he wanted to jump off some cliff for sheer amusement).

I woke up before him today (which came as a complete surprise, I swear) and it took me sometime to wake him up. I could've tried The Rude Awakening, but I know exactly how it feels, and I always feel like throwing the biggest bitch fit when that happens, so I settled for the Tap Arjan's Knee Softly approach. Ha.Ha.Ha. He thinks Daniel is amusing.

Yesterday, Tg and I were on some watch-Brothers-And-Sisters-and-then-laugh-during-every-commercial-spree. Arjan later told Reuben that I get high on air. Haha way to go.
We also ate Dutch liquorice (I especially liked the spiral ones- I uncoiled them and slowly ate them with the rest hanging out of my mouth which was probably hilarious because Dutchie was laughing pretty damn hard,and then he did it too) hahah!! Then he thaught me how to say I Love You in Dutch: ik hou van jou.

I'm waiting for his eyes to change colour. Mwahah!

And Dutch-Genius had finally fixed Fran's Internet. Haaaalelujah!

Wokayh Arjan Berkouwer, I am gonna take some pictures of you and post 'em up later, okay?

She Lives Up To Her Name

2008-11-22T13:02:00.004+08:00

LIL' MISS SUNSHINE

is exactly that. She's like this little ray of sunlight when the gray clouds decide to feign shelter. It's quite literally IMPOSSIBLE to get mad at her, and it doesn't help that she's ADORABLE!

Like a little comforter, she is. Although, sometimes you'd just wanna pick her up and put in your pocket.

A rather small parcel stuffed with more patience, tolerance and humour than the world can hold.

Jo, I love you babe! MWAHH you're a GEM.

.

Tag-A-Fag

2008-11-20T17:17:00.001+08:00

Yes, after ka-zilllion years, I decide to blog again. And I have the audacity to be doing a TAG???

I hear ya...
But hang in there, it'll only be till the 2nd of Dec..not THAT far away, now is it?

Michelle's Tag

The last person to tag you is?Michellehhh

What relationship do you have with him/her?
She's my partner-in-crime for Operasi Merogol Manson!
 

Your 5 impressions towards him/her.
i) She's got good taste in rape-victims
 ii) She DEFINITELY listens to good music
 iii) She gile-gile mcm aku
 iv) She's like "mehhh" most of the time
 v) She likes her personal bubble to be kept personal, thank you very much
 


The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you.
Kantoi-kan-ed me for passing off certain compliments haha!

The most memorable thing that he/she has said to you.
"Let's rape Marilyn Manson"

If he/she becomes your lover, you will…
Probably have a tough time, considering the fact that she is apparently like Ryan.

If he/she becomes your enemy, you will
Probably have to become immune to garlic.

If he/she becomes your lover , he/she has to improve on..
The size of her personal bubble (this sounds shit hilarious in so many ways!)

If he/she becomes your enemy , the reason is...
I decided to stinge on Manson
 

The most desirable thing you want to do to him/her
Do you REALLY wanna hear so much about Manson?.

The overall impression of he/her is
She's quite the-awesomessss

How do you think the people around you feel about you?
"Medusa-alert!!!"

The character for yourself is?
Character? I don't know?

On the contrary , the thing you hate about yourself is?
I get cranky. A LOT.

The most ideal person you want to be is?
A friend of mine, whose name I refuse to mention. Her head might bloat, and then I wouldn't wanna be her anymore :)
 

Pick a loved one and say something about them
Ryan; He's the light of my life.

Ten people to tag


1. Nish
2. Nic
3. Fran
4. Jo
5. Tg
6. Farah
7. Nat
8. Laksh
9. ERIC!! HAHA
10. Tanisha


Who is no.2 having relationship with?
I don't know if she IS in one?

Is no.3 a female or a male?
She's androgynous.

If no.7 and no.10 were to get together would it be a good thing?
If "fuckingweirdomgpoopinmypants" is good, then yeah

How about no.5 and 8?
Hoamgeese NO!!

What is number 1 studying for?
She's studying for SPM??

When was the last time you chatted with them?
Quite long ago..

Is number 4 single?
No. She's married to Albert Einstein

Talk about no.2.
She ates to syeee me art-broken
 

YELLOW- Tagged by FISHY NISHY. LOL! Mine actually makes sense unlike your's!!

2008-08-15T14:54:00.004+08:00

RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5.Put this on your journal.

1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?
Dear God (HAHAH! I like this one)

2.How would you describe yourself?
Fly Me To The Moon

3.What do you like in a guy?
All For Love

4.How do you feel today?
Needles (wtf haha!)

5.What is your life's purpose?
Piano Bar

6.What is your motto?
Rogues

7. What do your friends think of you?
The Blower's Daughter

8.What do you think of your parents?
High (this is hilarious in every way)

9.What do you think about very often?
Stairway To Heaven (this could actually be true! HAHA)

10.What is 2 + 2?
No Woman No Cry

11.What do you think of your best friend?
Like A Stone (fuckinghahaha!)

12.What do you think of the person you like?
Holiday Inn (ooooh *wink*)

13.What is your life story?
Fortune Faded

14.What do you want to be when you grow up?
Cold (I didn't wait to grow up to be that XD)

15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Love Hurts (Jesus. How bloody appropriate. I'm liking this survey thingamajiggy)

16.What will you dance to at your wedding?
Goodbye My Lover (how sad!!)

17.What will they play at your funeral?
If You Were A Sailboat

18.What is your hobby/interest?
Come Undone

19.What is your biggest fear?
The Kill (you can say that again)

20.What is your biggest secret?
Blurry

21.What do you think of your friends
4 In The Morning

22.What will you post this as?
Yellow

I Tag Sarah Ann, Tg Sheril, Natt Aida, Farah

I Will Write A Book One Day

2008-08-01T18:19:00.002+08:00

But not about anything in this post.
Once again, Bloggie has been left, neglected by the very SPM-busy me.

Apologies, shmapologies. No more of that. Just accept the fact that I cannot afford to be much of a frequent blogger anymore. Well at least until SPM is over.

SPM- Sadistic Plan by Ministers.

I am now fully convinced that SPM is a not-so-secret ploy by the education ministry to abolish all of us.
Why? I'll tell you why.
Because they cannot handle the fact that closer to the future it gets, the more the youth (we) will fight back and show them that we don't need idiots running our country,let alone our lives.
We don't need fraud and corruption. We need intelligence and actual BRAIN-power.
But they do not see that this stupid plan to tire our brains to death is not working (like I've mentioned, they're idiots).
On the contrary, they're contributing to OUR plan of fighting back. Of course, they will be ever-ready to agree to this statement.
"We want the best for our future leaders. We put them through hell because if it doesn't kill them (which we certainly pray will happen), it will only make them stronger! We need to test their knowledge so that we can be sure that our country is being led by an intelligent army of people! (read:TRUE SMARTY-PANTS who have proven themselves by showing that they are brilliant at memorizing things."
Oh shut up.
Why couldn't they have done this earlier? We've survived this long with a bunch of idiots anyway...

Science-stream
Sub-science-stream
Arts-stream

What do they all have in common?
The fact that they are all STREAMS.
NOT different classifications stating how smart (or stupid) one is.

We (the art stream) are not, I repeat, are NOT stupid.
Our interests and talents differ from the science-streamers. That's the only difference, thank you very much.
If another teacher walks into the class with that pitiful look on her face and says "I understand that you find it very tough, because you know, you're in the art stream for a reason. Take it slow and maybe you can score PRESENTABLE results for your ASS PEE AM", I will shove every Bio, Chem and Physics book up her arse.
Yeah, we're in the art stream for a reason: because we made a choice to be so. Not because we're too stupid to get into the science stream.
How about making yourself smart enough to understand that?
Assunta's prestigious, my foot.

Yes I am BLATANTLY and very PUBLICLY dissing my school. What, you're gonna expel me for that?
Go ahead, TEACHERS. Go ahead.
I, do NOT care. Because YOU do not care.
You don't care for the wellbeing of your students.
You only care about "maintaining the school's name and image".
While people outside may still think that Assunta is oh-so prestigious, the act of trying so hard to maintain this "prestige" is actually the source of it's downfall.
Oh the sheer irony.

Well, maybe, if the suppression, control, social discrimination and hypocrisy is thrown out the window, we'll be able to earn some of the prestige back.
And the world will be a better place. Amen.

Hide and Seek

2008-07-14T16:33:00.003+08:00

Frick I miss YOU.
Do you get me?

I am currently using the internet ILLEGALLY....HAHHA.
My dad took away the modem...and I'm supposed to be studying 'till my brains start spilling out of my ears..
But I found the modem.
And so I'm online...
But no more hours-on-end-online for me anymore.. I'm not about to take that big of an advantage of my dad's VERY SECRET HIDING-SPOT.
Only 1/2 an hour a day for me.
I know. I'm a good girl... =D

And I am falling sick.
C'mon la. Enough of being sick. And tired. Literally.
OK, I vowed that this post would be a short one..so I'm heading off to bed (read: the couch) now..
In dire need of some good ol' sleep.
Ta

Disasterous.

2008-07-05T16:07:00.002+08:00

AIYO! Just when I thought my next post would be so-bubbly-you'd-want-it-to-be-an-emo-post!

But alas! It's bad news (sorry folks).
Well. Thursday was report card day, hence officially earning itself the "Shannya's Worst Day" title.

The day kick-started with cake. In class. Well, it was Diwana'a birthday, so the usual singing-and-cutting-cake-in-class was called for.
Then. THEN. Pn. Toh decided to walk into our class, because our beloved Liyana had decided to FLY PN.TOH's CLASS and hang out in our class!!!!

So (it was bound to happen, as we are all so prone to to attracting karma's ass-whoopings) Pn. Toh saw Liyana sitting opposite me (mind you, Liyana didn't even think of sitting strategically. Her face was FULLY exposed to the outside of our class) and came in to give her a nice shelling. And then. She spotted the damned slice of cake on the table beside mine.
"Take the cake an bowth off yew come wif me. I take yew gow see Pn. Many" Pn. Many is our discipline teacher.
And I went like "Why me?!?"
And The Thing said "Becawse yew were eatingg in class!"
So I told her that the cake wasn't mine. She then proceeded to ask the class who's it was and no one owned up to it.
She then said "Ok Liyana yew alone take the cake and follow me gow see Pn. Many"
Evanna and Isabel then ran out to The Thing and said "No teacher, you see, it's our friend's birthday so the class bought her a cake-" and The Thing cut them off with "Yew two oso come follow me see Pn. Many"
And after "Correcting their GA (General Appearance)" (it's Assuntarian lingo) they left.
And THEN the whole class felt mighty guilty.
10 minutes later, the 3 of them returned, in tears. Evanna told us that they were being suspended.
SUSPENDED, because there was BLOODY BIRTHDAY CAKE IN THE CLASS!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome To Assunta. Spread the word.

I then got furious and told the class (in very foul language) that this was unfair and that we should ALL go see Pn. Many and knock some sense into her THICK SKULL. Besides, it's not like they'd have suspended the whole class.
When we went to see her, she was "teaching". More like standing up in class and trying to keep her eyes open (yes, she's capable of falling asleep while standing with a book in her hand. get a load of that) so she told us to see her at 9.15 am.
And we did. But this time, "I'm eating my breakfast. Go away I don't want to see you now."
So we waited outside the staff room for 10 minutes then I got fed up and said "Teacher I don't think it's fair that you have suspended 2 girls for something that the WHOLE class did".
And her reply was: "YOU don't talk to me about suspending!"
What in the hell.
So I said "But whatever you did was unfair".
And then she realized that there were parents walking around (it was report card day, remember?) so she said (in the nicest tone she could muster) "Girls, it's not a nice sight, you know, a class of girls grouped outside the staff room like this. We will hold this case off 'till Monday"
And that was it from her.

My dad then arrived to collect my report card.
And boy oh boy, bless my soul. My dad told me (in front on my class teacher and the rest of the world) that I was the biggest disappointment to him, that no one in the family had ever produced such RUBBISH like I have, and that I was too stupid to talk back anymore.
So there. That pretty much sums it up.
He also told me (and the whole world) that the internet was going.
And at that point, I felt like downing a shot of disinfectant. Clorox Bleach, perhaps?

Oh well, it isn't so bad after all. I will have the internet on Fridays and Saturdays.
Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

Tired and Lonely

2008-06-27T23:06:00.003+08:00

Is all I have been feeling all day today.
Whoever who said Art is an easy 'A', should be shot dead.

My optimism has crashed.
My pessimism has reigned over.
My happiness has deserted me.
My sorrow has become obvious.
My strength has weakened.
My weakness has strengthened.
My purpose has disappeared into oblivion.
My point has been disregarded.

I know I contradict myself alot on my blog.
Here's a new one: I refuse to love.

That's it. I'm mentally and emotionally incapable of loving anyone.
So if you're thinking of toying around, sod off.
I don't need you.
I just don't bloody need you. All of you. Just. Go. Please.
Go find someone else's heart to bend and break.
Go find someone else's emotions to toil with.
Just go find someone else. Period.

"What do I do? What do I say? Fuck you, in the end it all goes away."
-SOAD

Studying

2008-06-26T19:28:00.003+08:00

Is something I'm SUPPOSED to be doing.

If it weren't for my text books having "FORM 5" printed in BOLD on it, no one would ever guess that I am someone who is sitting for SPM this year.

The Lord knows how much crap I've been doing.
Priority totally flew out the window.

I don't know what I'm playing at, but I definitely need a tight slap.

I'm going through some phase where I feel like I'm just so sick of everything, and I need a break. A complete break. It sucks, because I cannot afford breaks right now. Literally and metaphorically.

Honestly, if you ever see me with a school book, it's for my parents. Because they care about my results more than I'll ever think of caring.
I am a practical person. Not a theory person.
So pardon me for not being and 'A' student. I just...can't. Or rather, I subconsciously don't want to. Which is why I can't.

Whatever. I really should buck up.
Really should..
Really trying to..
Trying to..
Trying..
*zzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

SPLURGED

2008-06-21T00:31:00.004+08:00

Like a bergdorff on the loose...LOL! Well's it was only a matter of time, considering I finally got my PAY!!
*haaaleluujah!*

Anyway, Tanisha called me at abt 6 pm, just when I was about to give up hope of going shopping today (because Farah had tuition) and said "Hey Shan let's go Mid V" and I was like "AMEN".

We planned to watch Made Of Honour...buy you know...bloody queue was so long, we decided to have dinner at Chili's. But alas. Chili's was packed as well so I told Tanisha I needed to shop. NOW.

After trying on the whole shop and picking only 1/4 of what we tried, we were heading to the counter when I saw this dress that would've looked HOT on Tanisha. How the hell did we miss that?
So into the fitting room Tanisha went again. And man, I was right. Super Hot.
So I ran out, got the same size she was wearing and rushed to the counter to pay.
But Tanisha I tell you, came outta the fitting room so fast.

Me: Kak...boleh sorok2 dan scan baju tu x?
Kak: HAH? Kenape??
Me: Heh...sbb x nak budak tu tngk la...
Kak: *laughs* ye ye...k

And she did a MIGHTY good job of sorok-scanning that Tanisha didn't notice a THING although she was staring right at the counter.

And then I asked for an extra plastic bag and Tanisha goes like "Eh hello...for what extra plastic all?"
And I said "Hello I shopped alot, I'm entitled to asking for an extra plastic bag".
And she replied "Hahaha, being all cheap la".
Haha. Well, Tanisha, thank god I was being cheap or else you would have had to hold that dress all around the mall with nothing but you minuscule handbag which can probably only fit 1/9 of the dress. XD
We went back to Chili's after shopping but it was still packed so we went to SEED Cafe instead. And spent THREE solid minutes outside the door, trying to figure out how in the hell to open it.
Really, you should go there, then you'd stop calling us bimbos. XD
And I tell you, SEED has bloody SLOW, BLUR waiters...sheesh.

So anyway, halfway through dinner, as Tanisha was saying something along the lines of "Hey I should be your partner when you're a famous fashion designer because I can give good fashion advice......" I go like "Here! Your very very be-earlied birthday present!"
And before even looking at it she goes like "Omg Shan no way la I cannot I cannot...Eyh Shan!"
"Shuttup and open it la Tanisha"
So she did, and she had the whole "eyes lighting up" thing going on. Ha-ha it was priceless.

She OBVIOUSLY liked it. I apparently brought out her Inner Sexyness.
Haha.
Oh well, now I'm back home, very content with my life in this moment of time.

"...And in this moment I am happy,
Happy.
I, wish you were here,
I, wish you were here.
I, wish you were here,
Wish you were here"

I think I'm inlove. With no one in particular. Yes, as expected, my sanity has probably stranded me for good.
But yes. Why do I think I'm inlove?
Because, I had a moment of absolute bliss just now. While I was waiting for a cab. Get a load of that.
What a moment to feel such a thing.
But really. The mere sight of cars passing by made me smile and feel all warm and happy inside.
I was going to be late.
I had a headache.
But I wanted to smile at everyone.
Man, I think my hormones are completely messed up.
But oh well. It was nice.

And you want to know what else is nice?
The fact that I get to sleep in tomorrow.
Thank God For Fridays.
And Saturdays, and Sundays.

While I am at it, I might as well: Thank you God, for the sunny days that make me happy and the rainy days that make my sleeps extra satisfying. Thank you for blessing me with unbelievably good people who uplift my soul, and horrible people who only serve as teachers and lessons in my life. Thank you for my well-functioning brain and broad mind. Thank you for granting my every prayer you see fit to be granted. Thank you for not granting my every prayer you don't see fit because I may have not noticed the bigger picture. Thank you for keeping me alive for yet another day and thank you for this hour, this minute, this second so that I can thank you.
Amen.

Don't underestimate the Power of Prayer.
Shun the non believers. Shun...Shuuuuuuuun.
HAHA.

♥♥♥♥

The Sweet Escape

2008-06-17T00:42:00.003+08:00

Is a figment of my own imagination, of course.
But it's not really a sin to dream (however ridiculous a dream it is), now is it?
I need a day off...to sit down, and DREAM.
Yes.
I feel like I've lost my permit to dream and I want it back.
Harsh reality is just killing me from the inside out.
The future scares me.
People threaten to rip me away from what little sanity I have left.

I want to be a child again. Simply so that I can live in an imaginary world and not get my barely-there sanity questioned. (What an oxymoronic statement-yes, I'm a fan)
Given the current circumstances, the thought of imaginary friends seems pretty appealing too.

People tend to get so damned wrapped up in their own problems, their own misery and sorry tales, that everyone else around them vanishes without a say.
That, is NOT fair.

I'm not a saint, but at least I care. Too much, infact.
Too much that my heart lacks the care and love it needs, because I'm giving it all to you. And you. AND you.

But I'd really like to know whether, you'd ever return the favour in my times of need and desperation.
Don't try to assure me, because I've never seen solid proof.

Ever heard of the saying "I've wasted all my care on you and now I have no more left"?
No?
Well obviously not. Because it's the first time I'm saying it.

I need to learn to not get emotional over someone else's emotional turmoils.
But then again, if I don't do it, who will?

Because everyone else feels the ease of ignorance.
Ever heard of the saying "Ignorance is bliss"?
Well of course you have. You live by it too. Just like everyone else.
Leave me a comment if you don't, because heck I'd like to meet you.
No. I NEED to meet you. :)

Why the HELL do I feel like I have to satisfy everyone else's needs and whims?
I, am NOT God. Heck, even God doesn't satisfy everyone else's needs and whims.
Which is going to be my new daily mantra.

But isn't it nice to see people happy? It makes you forget your own sorrows for abit.
It's rather rejuvenating for my soul and spiritual wellbeing. Ha-ha. Hypocrite.

Yes, I think I'm aware of my excess baggage.
And yes, I think I have come to notice that it gets in the way. Alot.

Pardon me for being Human.
It is in my nature. I'm sure you understand.

Pardon YOU for thinking all's well for me, just because all's well for you.

I sound utterly pessimistic right now, but hey, I have needs too, have you forgotten?

What kills me is the fact that nobody sees the importance in it, and what huge loss will follow.
Everyone's blinded by the Here and Now to realize that anything is worth salvaging.
If that is the case, then nothing will ever be worth salvaging, so why bother getting ourselves into it in the first place?

Only Humans are capable of complicating life too much to be able to undo it and then sit around and wish they could turn back time.

In my opinion, Humans are God's worst creation.
Yes, I am Human too, so you pretty much get my drift here. :)

ROOM and more ROOM

2008-06-15T01:17:00.002+08:00

If there's room for anger,
Room for hatred,
Room for backstabbing,
Room for spite,
Then there will be room for love.

When there's room for accusations,
Room for despise,
Room for confusion,
Room for attitude,
Then We ALL have to make room for CHANGE.

Or else there will be no point left.
No point in ANYTHING, no point in life.

Friends may come and go, but they most fucking definitely leave the biggest footprints in our lives, in our hearts.

And nothing, I repeat, NOTHING is worth sacrificing friendship for.
Yes she pissed you off, and you fought for a week,
Yes, he was an asshole the other day.

But what the friggin hell happened to the rest of the 39486273456 hours of good times you had together?

It's amazing how a sturdy bond between two people takes 5 years to build, and 5 minutes to break.

It's about time COMMUNICATION came into play. I'm not gonna lie. We all have massive flaws.
Which,in my opinion, is what F.R.I.E.N.D.S are for. Sometimes the emotions,pride, and everything else HUMAN blind us, but if we knew better, we'd be able to work our way around it.
And we SHOULD know better.
Or else, what a sheer waste of SEVENTEEN years of my life it'll be.

There's a vast difference between a stranger and a close friend telling you that you have issues.

Stranger - has no right to pass any judgment
- probably has NO clue about what he/she is talking about to begin with
- doesn't know what you've been through and what caused these issues
- probably says things like that out of spite (or maybe sheer lifelessness)
- is someone whose opinions shouldn't matter because "Who the fuck are you??"
- is someone who probably wouldn't care SHITS about what you feel and say

Friend: - doesn't judge
- knows exactly what he/she is saying to you
- knows exactly what you have been going through and what caused these issues
- gives you advice
- is someone whose opinions should mean the world to you simply because it is out of care and concern for he/she knows you enough to tell you something and trust you to take it in with grace.
- is someone who takes it as their sole duty in life to be wary of your feelings and would appreciate the returned advice and opinion-giving.

Of course, I'm talking about REAL, GENUINE, WESTICKLIKEGLUE friends.

The rest, are ACQUAINTANCES.

I hope this whirlwind (more like a tsunami,earthquake,cyclone,tornado everything put together) ends. Soon. BECAUSE, we're going to be needing the moral support from each other real soon

So wake up and smell the friendship! =)

IMPAIRISM

2008-06-13T00:57:00.005+08:00

As Of Today: I am officially verbally impaired. XD

No no...I have not become mute or anything (you got hopeful there, didn't you?)

I, have gotten, MY TONGUE PIERCING! Can I get an "AMEN"?? or Amin, or whatever suits you.lol

So yes, I cannot eat,and wont be able to, for the next 2 weeks or so. And I have vowed to be completely optimistic about it (well, I DID ask for it).

Spec Body Art (Sungei Wang) is an awesome, totally trust-worthy place for your piercings...Ronny is AWESOME.
Went into extreme detail about my piercing...and did an extremely CLEAN job with it.

I will be doing "Stretching" next. Although that will take about half a year to complete. "Slowly, but surely",according to Ronny.

I very intelligently attempted to eat Maggi Goreng last night after the piercing. HOLYMOTHEROFGOD...chewing was never this confusing (and not to mention PAINFUL).
My tongue was literally lolling around inside my mouth, making it impossible to eat.
So there. Liquid Diet for the next 2 weeks.

And you know what else for the next 2 weeks?

No kissing and oral sex...HA HA HA. That was the FIRST thing Ronny said when he started on the "How To Take Care Of Your Very Bloody Expensive Piercing" lecture.
And I laughed. In his face. You don't need to know why. Although you probably already do. XD

On a brighter note, Ronny said that it is vital that I eat Ice Cream and drink cold Coke.

No I'm not shitting you.

Guess what I had for dinner today?
An Ice Cube.

That's how much I can't chew FOOD.
The only way I can have a painless meal is by consuming ice-cold porridge with a STRAW.
OH VELL.
It's only for 2 weeks.
Amen.

HAHAHA. According to people like Tanisha, I have taken the term "Metal Mouth" to a whole new level.

I found that highly amusing.

Right now, I should be getting back to my Seni homework.

But instead, I'm sitting infront of Idiot Box no.2 and being all merajuk with HARIZ because he has decided that he's not coming for La Salle's IU day.

OK ima just get back to my work now arrite.

Ta.

FITNA> My Take.

2008-06-12T02:38:00.000+08:00

Where should i start? Honestly, this is tough.
OK, OK. I'll start with at least telling you what Fitna is.
"Fitna is the anti-Quran movie made by Dutch politician Geert Wilders"
So I watched it. I had to know what this person had to say about it.
To tell you the truth, though, i haven't watched the whole thing, simply because I think its utter bullshit. Even the little bit of it that i did watch.
They start out by quoting the Quran. Surah 8, Verse 60.
This is what it says:-

"Let the unbelievers not think that they will escape (Us). They have not the power to do so. Muster against them all the men and cavalry at your disposal, so that you may strike terror into the enemies of Allah and your enemy, and others besides them whom you do not know but Allah does. All that you give for the cause of Allah shall be repaid you. You shall not be wronged"

And in relativity to that, pictures of the 9-11 bombings and bombings of other sorts that had happened in the hands of Muslims were shown. Implying what? That the Quran states that it is the duty of Muslims to bomb non-Muslims, simply because they are not Muslim. A non-Muslim is a non-believer of Allah.

BULLSHIT.

Firstly, let me tell you what Allah means. Allah simply means GOD. In a different language. So all this "A non-Muslim is a non-believer of Allah" crap simply cannot be applied in one's life. BECAUSE, it's not true. Period.

So then we have these people who think they're descendants of Einstein and have inherited his brainpower going around making anti-Quran movies. Hypocritical,no?

Now let's go back to excerpt of the Quran.

This wonderful German man has proceeded to tell the whole world "THE TRUTH ABOUT THE QURAN".
The so-called truth being that Islam is an unholy religion, one that makes their believers sin...or he wouldn't have called it "the truth".
And he has very kindly MISINTERPRETED the Quran to the highest degree.

Yes. Allah says "Kill all your enemies, and mine, and you will not be wronged"

But DAMMIT man, aren't you a little (read: completely) full of yourself, if you're going to strut around thinking that YOU'RE an enemy of Allah?

Allah- GOD is a divine being, and no human is going to be an enemy of GOD.

Firstly, one cannot, i repeat, CANNOT possess a narrow, closed mind if one is going to read Holy scriptures and understand it.

Get Over Yourselves. REALLY.

By enemies of Allah- GOD, they mean

Lies
Unfaithfulness
Deceit
Violence
Treachery

And just plain old SIN.

My point here is, we humans have got to think OUTSIDE this little box which has enclosed our minds, simply so that we wont have any more of this crappy misunderstandings among our fellow humans, be it of different races. We may not ALL have been born with complete sets of body parts, but we sure as hell all possess a heart and a mind.

There is no difference between me and you. So stop trying to create a difference.

"Why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong?"

So, take some time out and pray, pray that senseless, mindless, heartless, discriminative people don't exist anymore.

Then, the world will be a better place.

♥♥♥♥

Summer Splashandmakepeoplealmostfuckingdie

2008-06-10T14:49:00.003+08:00

Really. Summer Splash 08...
was fucking bullshit.

First off, we almost DIED just trying to get in. Hello? Have they not heard of QUEUES???
I swear to you, it was like a fucking stampede and no claustrophobic person like me should have been in there. Because I couldn't breathe...really...drama and jokes aside. It was NOT funny. Not in the fucking least.

We had a herd (no I have not forgotten that "herd" is used for animals) of Rempits beside us. And they were just absolutely uncivilized.
Jesus.
They kept pushing for no apparent reason(s)...my flip-flop came off and my foot was being trampled on by these Timbaland-wearing assholes.
Anywho, we managed to get through the stampede (after panic attacks from me of course...)
and finally entered.
What a relief. So we proceeded to find lockers for our stuff...and managed to get only one locker.
So handphones,wallets, etc. were chucked into the locker while bags were put on the locker. Very stupid, I know, because to tell you the truth, my gut was telling me not to.
But you know. Shannya doesn't listen sometimes. -_-

So after splashing around in the dirty, filthy pool (there was even a pair of flying briefs-yuckk)
and watching the results of the Summer Hunk and Summer Hottie, we wanted to leave.

So Darshan and Baranee went to get our bags.
And 15 minutes later they returned, empty handed.
Our bags got stolen.
Yes. People these days even want to steal CLOTHES. wtv. Sad ass cases.
So I obviously started crying and all (hey I really love that bag arrite) and Darshan was comforting me and he took me to go look for it because I was refusing to leave without it.
We were walking and suddenly this Malay guy (let's call him Arsehole) bumped into my shoulder from behind and continued walking past me. I was about to shout out some profanities when I saw two cops running past me towards Arsehole. Arsehole wasn't running or anything. He was obviously oblivious to the fact that these cops were after him. So anyway they caught him, and pulled him back past us to take him to the gent's...and while passing us, he took out a phone (obviously stolen) from his pocket and slyly dropped it behind him.

MAAAACHAUUHAIII... So Darshan picked it up and gave it to the cops and came back...

"What if he stole my bag??" I asked Darshan. So he took me to the gent's and at the doorway, the cops were checking Arsehole's stuff and found a bag filled with handphones and wallets and such.
HAA HAA HAA. Kantoiii.
The cops then proceeded to take him somewhere else. Darshan stopped one of the cops to tell him my bag was stolen.
"Follow me follow me" the cop told us.
So we followed them to this...let's call it the Interrogation Room.
And they told us to wait outside for a little while. After five minutes, they called Darshan in....
As witness...
So bla bla, yadda ya, they said they'll call us if they retrieve our bags.
So we left. Wet. Cold. Shivering.

Now, boys and girls, the moral of the story is, YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT STEAL BECAUSE ALL YOU'RE GONNA DO IS PUT PEOPLE IN MISERY AND THEN BURN IN HELL. TRUST ME, KARMA WILL COME AND BITE YOU SO HARD IN THE ASS YOU WILL WISH YOU NEVER HAD AN ASS.

Kapeesh?

Good.

By the way? I have vowed not to go for Summer Splash ever again.

EMO Blogger vs Optimist Blogger

2008-06-02T16:59:00.004+08:00

Yes, Miss-Never-Emo is now officially....emo.
So if you have decided to view my blog today for a laughing fit (enough people do that) and all, hard luck.
BECAUSE I am about to BITCH. Kapeesh?

HELLO everything in my life is falling apart. (I'm exaggerating.)
Take my phone for example. Fucking housing can't even stay put! bastard.
I HAVE NO CABLE! HELLO! DID U READ THAT?!?! I, HAVE, NOOO, CABLE. Which sane person can survive without cable??? Which leads to my next point: I HAVE LOST MY MIND.
Yes. I have. Or maybe I never had it to begin with. Wtv it makes no difference at this point because I need it!
So that I can brainwash my parents into doing up my bloody god-forsaken room.
EH please la.
I want my own PC.
I want MY PAY sharlinichristinamrkahlsarah I DUNNO WHO! I just want it. -_-
I want the sun to be up again. WTF. It's a MONDAY. Not a Wednesday or something. What rights does the sky have to rain? asshole.
One of my daisies DIED. SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME HAPPY.
I don't like the colour of my eyes!
I HATE my hair. WTF I feel like I can scrub the toilet bowl with it.-_-
I don't have him! UGH. Probably because of my hair...
There are too many flashers in this country.
I have no credit.
WHERE IS MY TONGUE PIERCING?!

VS.

Yes, Miss-Never-Emo never emo's!
So if you have decided to view my blog today for a laughing fit (enough people do that) and all, hard luck.
Because you will leave this post feeling that you're lucky to have what you do. Kapeesh?

I'm exaggerating about everything in my life falling apart.
At least I have a phone.
No cable, all the more time to do what what I really love.
I have lost my mind, all the more easier to brainwash my parents into doing up my room. =D
At least I have A PC to keep me company...
I will be getting my pay soon enough...hehe.
It rained. At least I got to kiss it. =P
The other 3 daisies are still alive.
I've got eyes to see what a beautiful day it is.
At least I'm not bald.
I don't have him. All the more easier to berskodeng!
Errrr....we have a good police force around the area??
I have no credit, but I have enough money to go top up later.
It's good that my tongue-piercing session is being postponed...I'm nervous anyway.

Don't blame me for this post. I'm a Gemini. =D

Alive, Dying, Dead

2008-05-31T18:58:00.005+08:00

I think my ass has gotten flatter (no, not fatter) over the past week. You want to know why? Because I have been doing almost nothing but sitting in front of the computer all day long. Except for yesterday and the day before where I went to Ikea. (yes, Hariz, point taken)
But yes. That is how progressive and productive my holidays are.
No, don't even THINK of asking me to study (maybe I'll start next week?) because I've had enough of school books for now.

I'm in a very "Hater" mood right now, thanks to the boredom that's killing me inside out and devouring my brain for its dinner.

Yesterday we stopped by Cavenzi after Ikea. And Shantika was looking for some furniture, wtv.
I found a lazy chair which I must (and will) have soon.
Shantika found two pouffes that she wanted and proceeded to ask for the price.

Shantika: How much are those two?
Bangladeshi Sales-person: Farty nine per wond.
Shantika and I: *looked at each other in bewilderment* Excuse me?
Bangladeshi Sales-person: Wond per farty nine.
Me: Jesus, what the hell are you saying?
Bangladeshi Sales-person: TSK! FARTY, NIIINE!!
(like HE had any right to be irritated!)
Me: (to Shantika) I think he means thirty?
Shantika: Or forty?
Me: (to BSP (Bangladeshi Sales-person)) OMG. thirty nine or forty nine???
BSP: YES! Farty, farty nine!
Me: THIRTY NINE??? (he was shouting so I shouted back)
BSP: YES! RM FARTY NINE PER WOND!
Me: OK Ka, it's rm thirty nine for one.
-_-
Goodness!!! What is it with people and their foreign workers these days? Ever heard of EDUCATING them?
Or if they're not so fluent, WHY THE HELL put them as sales-people, where they need to COMMUNICATE with customers???

Here's another issue: WAITERS WHO HAVE BO.

HELLO! You're friggin serving me my FOOD which I want to actually EAT. But, nooooo. The moment you *swish* come to my table, *swish* put down my food, and *swish* turn to leave, my appetite'll SWISH away with you and your BO.
I understand you're working long hours and all etc, but EH! Discover the wonders of DEODORANT already,for heaven's sake (more like the sake of your customers!)

OK I'm officially out of "Hater" mood. So ta.

AITE

2008-05-29T16:53:00.010+08:00

NGAH! Our first ever job!!! LAAAA! Lemme assure you, that the following people will make it one HELL of a weekend and DO include them for a part-time job!

Sarah
Liyana
Ashley
Jayanthi
Nastassja
Michael
Rubesh
Tiffany
Bee Sim
Cherrie

One heck of a four-day job la seriously.
We started on the 22nd (Thursday) and ended on the 25th (Sunday)
Yes, which means I was working on my birthday!
And so was Michael! Happy belated, dear (22nd May)
HAHAH.
Don't get me wrong though, I was happy to work. Also, I managed to get PLENTY sleep. LOL!
Nice job, eh?
Ofcourse there was drama here and there (what's anything without a lil' drama?) between Sarah and me, then Sarah and the guards, then Eu Lynn and cell phone, bla bla. LOL
But then....it all turned out good.
AS expected, (I quote Sarah) "Love between staff members" came about..AWWW ♥
Can't wait for the pay!!!
HEH.
Now, for pictures!!

Racist Teachings?

2008-05-20T23:32:00.003+08:00

Today's exam, was Art. Which Liyana missed. What the hell Liyana. Lol.
So OK, I was in class, cracking my insides for the sight of a tiny milliliter of Creative Juice.
None.
Zilch.
I should have been a smart ass and shot myself. But no.
Well you can't really blame me, considering ART TEACHERS LOVE LIMITING YOUR CREATIVITY THESE DAYS.
Title choices this time were;

1. Sebiji tekoh di dalam dulang. Di isi (typo) tekoh terdapat dua cawan teh lut sinar yang salah sebiji cawan kelihatan terdapat minuman separuh di dalamnya. Di hadapan dulang terdapat satu piring yang mempunyai kuih muih dan satu gubahan bunga. Gambarkan keadaan ini dari jarak yang terdekat.

2. Gambarkan satu pemandangan dan kehidupan hutan yang menarik di negara kita. Tunjukkan beberapa fauna dan flora yang menarik dengan gambaran yan teperinci.

3. Di sudut sebuah bilik kelihatan seorang wanita muda sedang melukis gambar pemandangan. Cahaya dari tingkap kelihatan menerangi bilik yang agak gelap itu. Gambar wajah ini dari jaraj yang dekat.

4. Anda dan keluarga sedang berkelah. Hari hampir senja.

5. 'Hikayat Sang Kancil' mempunyai pelabagai kisah menarik. Gambarkan satu peristiwa menarik yang pernah anda baca.

6. Taman Rekreasi yang dikeliling oleh kolam yang di penuhi pokok-pokok berair.

Yes. I'm serious...ON TOP of giving us SHIT titles, they're all full of god-forsaken typos and grammatical errors. wtf.

I chose no.2 and sat down to do some rough sketching before exam. A group of Indian girls were sitting in front of Teacher and talking. In Tamil.
And here's what Teacher said: "Girls. Stop talking in Tamil. You can go home and do that"
And this got me thinking...
WHY did she say that? I mean, I understand if it's her subject period and we have to speak in English in respect of what we're learning. But this? (Bear in mind that it was NOT her subject period)
It may have seemed really subtle, but there was definitely a tinge of racism going on.

What is it about the Tamil Language that is so unpleasant to hear, that INDIAN girls have to go home in order to speak their MOTHER TONGUE????
No, really. This is really unfair. I don't care if I am going to be shot dead for posting this, but EXCUSE ME??? Can speak BM anytime. Can speak English anytime. No one says ANYTHING about Chinese. But Tamil?
SO MUCH FOR "We are a multiracial community", when TEACHers are not taught to embrace the different cultures and languages of MALAYSIA.

Stop this hypocrisy. Because it's really getting to me (and a fair few other people).

If I weren't so afraid of being thrown out of school, I would have spoken up.
So I am now hoping that someone reads this and recognizes a plea.

And does something about it.

BLOODY CORRUPTED COUNTRY PROMOTING CORRUPTION AND CLAIMING TO BE LESS CORRUPTED THAN THE USA.

Kiss my ass.

PHREAK

2008-05-19T13:48:00.002+08:00

OK so I was cleaning up the store room last night, and I found my notebook. The one which holds ALL sorts of nonsense. I went through it, and I found some writings which I SWEAR freaked me out. I cannot believe how scary/emo/weird I can get sometimes! I will post it here.

You force me to cry
Tears of broken glass
And walk the black lane
Simply to avoid
Consequences of stupidity,
Or maybe lack of sight
Of my copper-bound heart
That yearns to be free
Of the hold of my broken brain,
That once took in everything they said.
Just to feel the feel of feeling
And taste the taste of it all.
Inspired by the red,
Inspired by the hot.
And to finally escape
To a lonely island
And to enjoy the calm
Of my own painting,
To escape the screams of my day
Which is your night.
To feel instead, the warmth
Of the waves,the colour of my own invention.
I will lie like this
To ease the pain.
The best feeling ever,
But for a nano-second.
Then emerge from the canvas,
Only to be sucked into the twilight,
The twilight where I feel
The height of the herb
Minus the herb,
For it is the city,
The city of impossibles,
Only possible.
The twinkling lights
In the distance remind me
That mine would,
Or probably should be going off soon
And I will be where the incubus haunts,
And I fall from broken cliffs
Over
And
Over
Again
And then the opening of the two
Will then help me
Break this fast of emotions
And when friendships turn to dust,
I will know that the time has come
For me to soar high
And experience it all over again.

HELLO. What scary nonsense. By the way there's another one. A poem.

A Meeting With Death

When fear gripped me inside
And cold sat by my side
I felt the pressure of the tide
I wanted to run,I wanted to hide

This dark path I had journeyed before
Took away my rights, my love, my life
Made me struggle more and more
Only to meet Death and become his wife.

With all purpose stripped away,
I became a statue by day
But then came night
And that's when I took my flight.

I descended like an angel
And fooled you with a smile
I took you without struggle
But only for a while.

Although...I did not say it was a short while, did I?
I just sat there and sang you my death lullaby.
I watched you fight to be set free...
But alas, you ended up, just like me...

Fuck la. What the hell drove me to write such a wretched thing?
Scaring myself man...dammit! No, not done yet. Got another one *omg how weird can I get*

Pause what you're doing
And tell me that you're coming
To take me away
From their evil grasps that may
Tear me apart,
Limb by limb,
Scratch at my heart
And abolish every dream.
These monsters of quicksand
In the form of more than one hand
Pour on me scorching bitchings
And faulty teachings.
Jump into my head
And bring with you a shovel,
To dig away my idea of "dead"
Then take me to a whole new level.
For I am blinded
And I don't want to be reminded
That it will soon be my turn
To experience the burn.
But only if you don't bother
To decipher my silent plead
And do what you'd rather
Like leave me here to bleed.
Yes, I know of your secret so black
And of the words you held back.
It was a secret only to me,
But I found out about what was to be.
In the given circumstance,
I am willing to forgive
So you'll break the fence
And take me before you leave.
BUT...the moment we do,
I will turn to look at you,
Command you to sit,
And inform you that my forgiveness is bullshit.
Simply because I want to
Do karma's dirty work
And give you a fear so new
It'll wipe of your spiteful smirk.

OK. I'm done. Amen.
And don't ask me what I was thinking about when I wrote all this.
Because I have no clue myself. Dammit man. Haha.

Crammer

2008-05-18T19:14:00.012+08:00

OK so I think I'm developing a habit of not blogging for some time and then cramming everything that happened into one post. Haha. Yes I'm lazy like that.

The past week was EXCRUCIATING. On Friday, I felt like I just couldn't carry on with exams anymore and I wanted to cry. On my Econs paper. Cheers.

But then, *Haaaalelujah* it was going to be a long weekend (yeah longer by a day la, but hey, if you're exam-ing, you'd know how much an exam-less day means)

Friday was Jadeykiss's birthday. We (Jade,Nish,Sarah,Liyana and I) spent it at One Utama.
First up, was lunch. Sushi-something-or-other.
We had.........................

WASABI ICE-CREAM!
After lunch la.
Fucking get a load of that shit!
Then we proceeded to the cinema: Speed Racer.

About 7 minutes into the movie and Sarah and I wanted to walk out. Really.

*note to self: if a movie is boring, always sit with Sarah.
Because, DAMNIT that woman kept me laughing so loudly I thought I was going to get thrown out. And no, the movie was NOT that funny.
Stupid, maybe. But definitely not funny.
Critic: DO NOT WATCH THAT MOVIE. Amen.
So anyway, we made it through the movie nevertheless (Jade left halfway through the ending- lucky her- because her mum was already there) and we walked around and stumbled upon a booth with the world's tiniest monkey, and a couple of snakes.
They were selling tickets to a reptile exhibition. So we bought tickets and went.
OBVIOUSLY the first thing we noticed was how it smelled. HA HA.

Then, damnit...THE SNAKES.
OMEGAWD THE SNAKES. They were the definition of "gorgeous". Really. There were also Monitor Lizards and such.And then the Abang incharge of the place was "nice" enough to feed 2 of the lizards.
Aren't I thankful I'm not a mouse.
So we made our way through the exhibition and saw a couple of ADORABLE foxes and all.
And then.
Monkeys.
What's an exhibition without monkeys, eh?
The Abang took out the Tiny Monkey and let us hold it n all.
And it peed. On both Sarah and Nish. HAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!
There was this Mat Salleh monkey. With a PINK ass. Reminded me of I Are Baboon. It was vicious I tell you. The bugger had some attitude going on. Kept rolling it's eyes at us and at one point, tried to steal Sarah's phone. Tsk.
Anyway so that was pretty much it la.
We left and bought Jade's pressie wtv and then left home.

So. The next Day.
Basil Mams' party. BBQ at the poolside of Cameron Towers.
We (Sindhu, Renuka, Rangini and I) were not planning on swimming OR getting wet.
NEEDLESS to say, we were thrown in.
Yes you read it right.
Even I was thrown in.
I don't know how. I was too busy screaming my ass off. But they did it. WITH MY SANDALS ON.
Sheesh.
And then in all good fun, my dad pushed my cousin in. My cousin, who had his PDA in his pocket.
HOLYMOTHEROFJESUSCHRIST!
And then yes la, turns out that this person, that person, bla bla also had their phones with them...
I'm just thankful that my pants had no pockets,or else my phones would have been in there.
So after dismantling all the phones that got wet, we proceeded to taking pictures.
Not many la.

Yeah la i know....bapak blurr. Sorry skit ye...

OK so moving on. We then went into Mams' place (he lives with Cindy-Mei Chan!)haha.
Cindy made us kopitiam coffee and we sat, chilled and talked.
It was awsome.
I'm dead jealous...the ambiance in that place is...to die for. The weather, everything.
So after our chillout session, we played TABOO.
That, I gotta get my hands on. Seriously.

So I will not bore you with the rules and instructions, just what happened during the game. Heh.
(you got it right. I'm not concerned about your boredom, just lazy)
So from our group, I was up first. First word was some God-forsaken word so I passed. Then I got "bagpipe" and me being noob, i passed that too. Needless to say, I lost us many marks la.
La cut me sum slack la...first-timer maah.
So when it was my turn again, I had pretty much gotten the hang of it. My word was "constellation". I couldnt say star,group,formation, and 2 other words. So what did I do?
"What's another word for "stellar"?"
HAA HAA HAA!!
Then Reuben goes "Incubus,star,milky way". Which meant I could now use the word "star".
So I said "It is a conglomeration of stars."
MAJOR OUTBURST. HAHA! I even shocked myself. Ape citer? Conglomeration konon. Haha I'll blow you away with my verbocity. Ko jgn main. Cheh...
So then Shantika goes like "consolation!"....*smacks forehead* Takpe la it was close enough. Haha.
Then it was Shantika's turn. She got the word "corkscrew". She simply goes there and says "What's my favourite word?" And somehow someone managed to say "cock". Ish. Then we guessed it.
OK so we ended the game at about 4-ish. I honestly don't know how we managed to bully the aunties into letting us stay so late.

Mams and Cindy-Mei Chan, you've got a gorgeous place. Kudos. Thanks for giving us a fun time. I felt like I really needed that.

That's it folks. For now.

EXAM BLUES

2008-05-12T00:02:00.002+08:00

Three solid weeks.
Exam paper after exam paper.
Excuse me, but I don't recall turning into a robot.

Do you?

Figured as much. Well despite all this rubbish, I found time to get in cupcake orders, complete them (sorry about the delay ling..was pretty busy), and earn some cash for Mummy Dearest's special day.

Mothers' Day.

So we went out for lunch at D'Italian located at Jaya33 (mum's choice) and had a good time. I'm not lying when I say that they have AWESOME food.
Better than......a fair few places, in my opinion.
So yeah. For the first time, my mum ordered 2 desserts...that's TWO.
Haha. Amen.
And I swear their drinks are REALLY refreshing...and the best part? They don't use sugar, and they're still delightfully sweet!

OK, so lunch over, yada ya..came home and I came online. And mum's in the hall going like "Can we go. Can we go".
She wanted to go see her mum. In Ampang. And i was NOT interested. But in the spirit of Mothers' Day and all, i said OK.
Then I walk into the hall and she's still lazing on the couch. After ALL that noise.
So I procrastinated by going into the kitchen and pretending I was busy. And then I casually go into the hall and sit down, and there still was no sign of her getting up to go... so I got hopeful.
Then.....
THEN.
The topic of my fucking god-forsaken birthday came up.
JUST. PLEASE. LEAVE ME ALONE.
I hate it. I hate EVERY BIT of my birthday.
Despite the fact that this year, it falls on a pretty awesome day: Saturday, RIGHT after exams, RIGHT on the day hols start.
AWESOME, no?
NO.
Because no matter how convenient a day it is, something always comes up, parents will fight with me, I'll just completely lose all mood to party...its bloody standard procedure.
Is it THAT hard to make me feel a TAD BIT appreciated on ONE day of the year?
Surely not?
Well, needless to say, I had a fight with my mum today, no matter how much I tried to just. SHUT HER UP.
She kept going on n on. I ended up in tears and just. Really. Fuck this shit.
Just when I thought I was finally happy, and going to be for a long time, she comes along and triggers the whole depression I have been working carefully to keep at bay.
I am BEGGING everyone to just cut me some slack.
I am going through alot.
Dammit, they're supposed to be my parents! Not bloody Nazis.
Well, that's exaggerating, really. But. I wish they'd be a little bit sensitive towards me.
I'm not asking for much.
Well, I just want to really thank Tanisha and Nat for being there for me and consoling me. Just what I needed.
Thanks you guys...you really are awesome people, just so you know.
Well, I really should be getting to sleep to get rid of the puffiness that have conquered the regions of my eyes.
Here's to having a wonderful birthday.

Kepala-fucking-otak la. Please.

XX.

My Choice.

2008-05-08T16:23:00.002+08:00

OK...i just re-read my last post. Dramatic much?
But ah well... was just caught up in the moment(s).
My wildest dream is still the same, though- to meet incubus. That will never change.
Anyway, let's not go back there.

So..anyway, yesterday I was talking..to Farah. And she was saying something along the lines of "....show me some love...." and I said "It does not exist in this world"

And then a couple of hours later, a friend was texting me and she said that her dad said she was incapable of loving someone. And she was saying something along the lines of ".....i think he's right....." and I said "Aww c'mon. You gotta let loose. I think it's the only thing worth living for."

And right now I'm thinking: Which one is it?
This is the result of having two brains. Yeah I have two brains...It's just that the other one has a different name.The other brain is called a "heart".

So. I have been saying this to myself so much, it's beginning to sound like my life's mantra: I am giving up on love.

How i wish it were that easy.
How can one POSSIBLY give up on love? Seriously...

BUT.Those who have taken the liberty to be pessimistic enough to tell anyone who will listen that EVERYTHING in life has a bad side to it, (I'm dead ashamed to say this)..are...well...right.

Yes, I've heard it all. "Love is patient, love is forgiving, love is kind, love is sacrificing, love is incomparable...."
But. Love can also break you down and crush you to the tiniest particle that was once part of a wonderful creation. Love can burn a hole in you and scar you for LIFE and possibly be the cause of your death.
Hats off to those who can disagree.

I guess it's just the way we CHOOSE to look at it, like all else in life.
It's the choices we make in life that determine our fate. Not fate itself.
We determine our future and the life we want to live, the people we meet, the things we do, and the consequences that follow. Believe me, everything in your life was chosen by you. EVERY SINGLE THING, right down to that retarded toenail. :p

And right now, I am choosing to LOVE. I will love like I was never hurt.
And once again, I am succumbing to listening to my second brain-my heart.
Fuck whatever I said before this.
It is my new ligeance to pledge.

Plus, there are too many lovables out there for me to give up... ;P

EPIPHANY> INCUBUS MY LOVE

2008-03-17T23:18:00.005+08:00

OK......I'll start off with the usual....
I'm sorry i haven't been updating my blog....especially to my religious readers like Jade and etc.
Just have been feeling down....and I didn't think that would've made nice posts.... haha.
Plus, nothing exciting really happened.....just my mum's wedding....some drama there.....nothing much...(yeah right)......AND THEN............

SUNBURST HAPPENED!!!!

SUN-MOTHERFUCKING-BURST!

So I went trough God knows what to get cash for the ticket.
Whatever...all that seems totally insignificant right now.

Because I went for Sunburst anyway.

For INCUBUS.

You friggin' hear (read) me????

INCUBUS!

I hitched a ride with Naveen (Angel's friend).....with Triff... met a few new ppl...
Knowing me....
Being the usual friggin' retard....being all shy n shit.....but anyway.....we arrived ath Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club Whats-its-name.

About time.

When we arrived, Bittersweet were on....
And then it was George Clinton with P-Funk.

Then The Roots....some ol'skool stuff man...

Then OHMYGOD John Legend.....
ok la was all good and everything.....................................................................

THEN...............
THEN...............
THEN...............

OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE INCUBUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm telling you all, it was THEEEEE BEST concert anyone has EVER given Malaysia.

EVER.

I am telling you......words canNOT describe how i felt..

The moment they came out...well i cried....and i cried and i cried because.....it was a moment of epiphany......

I cried because they looked so real...so alive... I was going to hear them LIVE...not on my stereo like i had been for the past 2 months...

I cried because i simply couldn't believe i could be so lucky to have been in that crowd.

I cried because they were right there...yet they were so far away...
Who was (am) I to them?

Yet another fan in a crowd of many others.

I cried because I was experiencing something so phenomenal... something NOTHING (or close to) could ever instill...

I'll tell you.

I wanted to sit with them....even for a mere 3 minutes.
I wanted to converse.
I wanted them to inspire me with the inspiration the had to write the songs they did.

Their songs are so full of depth, so full of meaning and i wanted to feel their songs like they do.

Heck.
The dreams of a young fan(atic)...
haha.

Well that's how I felt....like I said....words cannot describe how i felt at that moment...at those moments....how I feel now...

I seriously wonder if anyone else in that crazy crowd felt even an inkling of what i felt...feel...

Song after song, i just breathed in every second of the sounds of Incubus-LIVE.

EVERY FUCKING SECOND was worth that RM200 I spent...heck i would have spent a thousand bux and given in my LIFE for them.

No I'm not some psycho-nut-stalker-freak....

It's just that...well they made a HUGE impact on my life...

They're just so full of wonder and i wonder if they know it. Tee hee.

The crowd was bloody crazy, let me tell you. Bloody idiots kept trampling over my feet like a million times. Geeze. But like I cared.

All I could see...hear...feel....was Brandon Boyd's voice...oh and then he just had to.
He took off his shirt. Dammit. I wanted to die.
HAHA.

I mean we all went wild like...well, like normal hormonal girls would. duh.

N then later on it struck us.
DAMMIT WHAT IF THEY'RE NOW BANNED FROM COMING BACK??!??!
HELLO!!!
Then fine. I'll go sell everything i have to watch them someplace else!

Malaysia is so retarded sometimes.

Whatever la.

Nish was telling me about the Incubus Live in Singapore reviews on youtube... She said there were some bad ones saying that it wasn't that good because apparently Brandon (Boyd) didn't "interact" with the crowd.

Pile of Bollocks.

WELL GUESS WHAT?

INCUBUS GAVE MALAYSIA THE BEST MOTHERFUCKING CONCERT ANYONE COULD EVER GIVE.

Dig?

Good.

God how i loved the feeling of singing along to them... THEM...not their CD... THEM.

Brandon went like "Your voices are beautiful".

And I cried again.

Hey I'm usually not such an emotional wreck la.
This time was an exception... Simply because they mean so much to me.

Anyway...as they so love to say, all good things must come to an end (oh why do they have to?).
So yada yada ya....they left.

And I didn't get to meet them.

Whatsoever.

The Lyric Booklet from my Light Grenades CD that I had brought JUST IN CASE was all bloody soggy n shit.

Went home and dried it.

And then cried because...well at that time i didn't know what it was.

But today in school, Carleen diagnosed me with "Withdrawal Syndrome".

Which explained why I cried when I went home after the concert.
I felt...hollow... Yeah yeah i sound uber dramatic. But that's just how I felt!!

So sue me.

Anyway... I felt like this:

Incubus just came, sang, and left.
And I'm just... Nobody to them.
I wanted to follow them home.
How vain of me.
I couldn't help it.
Really.

I felt so miserable that I didn't even want to touch my darling Light Grenades.
Quicksand was bringing back the memories of how they started out the concert.
Kiss to Send us off made me feel crappy coz I couldn't give THEM a kiss to send them off...haha
Dig just made me feel like i had no one in the world now that Incubus had left, I had nothing to look forward to in life.
Anna Molly....OH ANNA MOLLY. Let's just not go there ok?

Needless to say, I felt...well...DEPRESSED. Can you believe it? so un-Shannya of me.

Haihs. So yeah la. That about sums it up I guess...
I kinda couldn't wait to go back to school to get my mind off all of this... And i was pretty OK in school today actually...Pretty OK the WHOLE day... 'till now that is. Writing this post just brought it ALL back again.
Ah well... I'll go sleep it off.
While listening to Light Grenades. Haha. Yes I still can't get enough of it.

Call me cynical.

I'd agree with you.

Haha... anyway, I'm getting a tattoo of the Light Grenades picture for my birthday this year. With the date of the Incubus concert to remember the FUCKING BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE...

Spring Cleaning

2007-11-27T07:27:00.000+08:00

Denise sent me a truly priceless picture. I know its a little ketinggalan zaman, but here it is.

YES!!! its MEDUSA!

This was my role for Lit. Night 2007.

I'm simply loving the hair. XD

This is sooooo my trademark.

MISS Chauvinist.

2007-11-21T17:03:00.000+08:00

You know, I've been reading quite a few blog posts which have contents along the lines of "men/guys/males are stupid." or "because of men/guys/males we suffer." and so on and so forth.

I personally think this is the LAMEST most RUBBISH theory that women have come up with. I mean like hello. Have you ever thought about it?

Scene #1: Guy dumps girl because he has lost feelings for her. Girl gets really hurt about the whole thing, making her bitch about guy..ultimately making her get back at him for it.
Typical girlfriend defense: "What a fucking loser. He's such an asshole. What the hell was he thinking? I mean which idiot does such a thing? He's such a a frigging heartless jerk. He deserves to be slapped/kicked/punched/get his balls squashed."

Scene #2: GIRL, dumps guy because she has lost her feelings for him. Guy gets really hurt about the whole thing, making him try to win her back.
Typical girlfriend denfense: "What the hell is wrong with that psycho freak? Babe, go report him la..he's pretty much stalking you.Psycho ex much? What the fuck? I mean...its not YOUR fault u don't have feelings for him anymore. He can't force you to be with him. Someone should go and tell him that's sooooo NOT how things work. He deserves to be slapped/kicked/punched/get his balls squashed"

OK. So will some one PLEASE, for the love of GOD,MANKIND and the UNIVERSE, tell me what kinda bullshit that is?
And don't try to tell me that that's not what happens.
That's precisely and EXACTLY what happens.
And you know it.
It's always the guy's fault.
Not convinced yet?
I'll give you another scenario.

Scene #1: Girl goes out clubbing. She spots this hott-stuff guy...She chats him up and finds out that he has a girlfriend,but she's not there. Girl INSISTS to have things her way,even though she can see the guy is uncomfartable, because she just wants it..things get a little steamy..and they get carried away. Note that they're both under-age. So you know, they "do it".
Authorities catch them at it.....
Now tell me, WHO gets the worse punishment?
THE GUY.
Guy gets sent to the police station and gets the beating of a lifetime. Literally.
Girl, on the other hand, gets her parents called to take her home.

NOW, you tell me. HOW the hell is that fair?
So the guy gets whacked up n shit because SHE'S underage?
He didn't rape her. They BOTH did it. IT BLOODY TAKES TWO TO TANGO. And if you want me to be precise, SHE pushed it. SO.explain that.

Women can be so fucking fucked up sometimes (read:most of the time). They're so biased and like to point fingers at the opposite gender.But WHY,though?

It's soooo fucking hypocritical. Women go around preaching the "We should all be given equal rights because we deserve it" OH. But "A man should never lay a hand on a woman". But a woman can do whatever the hell she wants and what? The guy has to just suck it all up?
BULL-FUCKING-SHIT.
Absolute rubbish la ok. RUBBISH.

It's ok when a girl is lesbian. It's "rather turning on" actually. OH but it's disgusting when a guy is gay..???
Ladies,if you want to be so particular about gender equality, GO LOOK UP THE DEFINITION OF IT.
People have to seriously grow up and realise what fucked up mentalities they have.
THEN, the world will be a better place.

2007-11-12T23:29:00.000+08:00

I haven't blogged in about a year man (about 3 weeks la actually)...
But wait...i have a good excuse...

-DEEPAVALI!!!!-

Hehehe...yess...i feel like I'm gonna have to fast for another month...
Why does this world have to be filled with such good cooks???

Open house, after open house...

But it's all good, coz they were spent with all my loved ones!!!

OK so....first day:
At Kajang...cousin's place...highlight of the day: DTK. BERNARD CHANDRAN!!!!!!!!
Haioo...I'm so bloody jakun la i swear...
We're RELATED, and i STILL don't know how to go up to him and say a simple "HI". Guh.

WHAT a disgrace. Uncle Bernard...next time don't watch TV in such an intrigued way la....we jakuns wanna say "Hello..you're my inspiration."

Hahaha..

OK, so moving on...second day:
Lunch at my mum's place...i tell you...these people were so fucking ass FFK man...i swear...except of course SARAH, LIYANA and NISH la...
My apologies to my mum, for having to cook all day and have only 4 people showing up.. my "Friends" (notice the inverted commas), are bloody irresponsible, and a little blonde...excluding the three names mentioned above...love yall loads...
Even after all that crap, we arrived (very unfashionably late, that is) and had an awesome lunch (more like tea la)...thanks ma..u d best. heh.

Third day:
Was Nat's farewell party...(nothing to do with Deepavali, of course). I tell you..
Why Nat, WHY la...She's leaving to U.S on Thursday. So all of you who want to say bye for the last time, make sure yall do before she goes...
Part was awesome..Nat, don't let all that get to you la ayte..S'all good..
LOVE YA LOADS.

Saturday, was also Reuben's birthday!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXAY!!!! HAHAHAHA... He definitely liked the card... I liked it too... hahahaha...will put a picture up as soon as i get it...TRUST ME, YOU WANNA SEE IT.

Fourth day:
Was dinner at Darshan's. Darshan's very very hottt-stuff mum cooked some kick-ass food... i swear...so good..mmmm. We were all in sarees..haha...which explains why we went there a little late (this time fashionably so) haha..
Hey. not easy ok...they're bloody tiring to tie..but the outcome was worth it. *wink*.

Aaand, for the pictures!Darshan's Hott-Stuff-Awesome-Cook mum...

Haha. And then we Darshan, ofcourse.

Renuka and Me..(her saree's gorgeous)

Mathu and I..

Got The Crazies

2007-10-19T02:13:00.000+08:00

Outings with this bunch of crappers are so entertaining that you'll need lots of diapers at hand because they'll make u laugh till you (oops) pee in ur pants..

Having said that, let's move on to the pictures, shall we?

Ha ha ha. The all-time favourite LaLa Starr. Cliche much. But yeah,moving on.

And that effect can be achieved by wrestling with sindhu while holding the camera combined with the fact that I was born with butterfingers, thus dropping the camera and breaking the lenses.

Yes, it takes skill.

Miss Lala vs. Mina Rempit

Chicken Pox will not stop me from cam-whoring. Nothing will. Except maybe not owning a friggin camera...

A total candid-shot.

Renuka,Rangini and I up front, and miss Manggama (Sindhu) shock sendiri-ing big time behind there la. Sorry babe..maybe next time..? ***Sindhu ought to be shot - with a camera...poyo.

Poyo no.2 (Rangini) and I...oh and my bad case of Chicken-pox-scars.
*grumble*

Er..Renuka had one of her medium-rare spastic fits...

Jealousy struck...over Coffee Bean's Ice-blended Blueberry Green Tea. Yum.

Aahhh.. I finally got the drink all to myself. Muahahha.

You know how sometimes you take really priceless pictures without even noticing?? This was one of those times...

HAHAHAHA!

So all in, it was a really fun outing. Altough Mathu had to leave because *ahem*.

HAHA. I love you guys with all my heart and soul...and the next outing is gonna be a DARE-DAY. Deal??

-XOXO-

Just Like Old Times

2007-10-17T20:48:00.000+08:00

So today was really fun, just Liyana and I...It was supposed to be Liyana, Carol, Tania, Farah and me... But then we decided to lepak ah...noneed to call so many ppl all..
So we decided to watch Resident Evil.
Went to pay for my ticket and realized that my wallet was still happily lepaking on my bed...
God...I went into a fit, needless to say... So after much persuading, Liyana and I got a cab to go back, take my wallet, and come back (after purchasing the tickets, ofcourse..).
Sunway Pyramid fucking charged us RM14 for a cab back home. Hello.
So after all that hoo-hah, we went back to Pyramid (cab cost RM6.40)...and had lunch at Secret Recipe.
I recommend the Chicken Cordon Bleu and the Prawn Macaroni and Cheese, with Ice-blended Chocolate with Whipped Cream.
Yum.
So it was all good, we had lots to talk about...yada yada..
Then.....................

WE FORGOT OUR MOVIE!!!!!

I mean...retarded or what? Seriously..
So we ditched it (along with the 14 bucks we had to pay for the tickets).
So we ordered a slice of cheesecake instead and then went shopping.
We then went to Rainforest and got ourselves a Long Island Iced Tea and a Sex In The Rainforest. I preferred the latter.
Oh. And I got a PHD (Soakin' Ted) from 1901 before that. Some good shiznit la.
Yup..So that was basically all...but i think i had loads of bloody fun, all coz it was with LIYANA!!
Hehe.. Love you loads n loads n loads, babe..

Dear Santa, I want that pair of jeweled sandals from Nose, that pair of peep-toed heels from Vincci, and that hott top from Miss Selfridge.

-XOXO-

Only Handpicked

2007-10-16T07:32:00.000+08:00

I just want to take some time (I've got a fair amount to waste right now) to honestly thank the people who have been there for me..as in REALLY there for me. That would obviously include THE GANG la...
Let me rephrase that.
Comprises mainly of THE GANG.
When i was going through my 2-month hell phase, I swear I felt...completely lost.
You know...You feel really alone...You suddenly realise that nobody cares for you THAT much, and you're gona die alone anyway.
SHIT.
I never want to experience that ever again. Seriously.
So after many panic attacks and un-answerable questions like "What happens after we die?" or "Who created God?" from my side, the people who really cared about me showed me just how much they...well...CARED.
I love you guys. I don't know (and I'm not sure I would want to know) what I'd have done without you guys.
Renuka's probably going like "Oh no..she's yeee-moing now."
Sindhu's probably really touched
Rangini's probably looking for someone's nose to pick right now.
Nevertheless, each and everyone of you helped me and made me see that you shouldn't be alone in life.
So for that reason, i dedicate that whole basket of chocs to you, the ones i love

-XOXO-

Noob no more. sort of.

2007-10-16T03:43:00.000+08:00

So I've kinda,sorta gotten the hang of this whole blogging thing.
I'm probably going to be shot dead for writing this down,but I used to think blogging was lame, bloggers were lame, and just plain BLOGS were LAME. *notice the past tense. Khaz agreed. To a certain extent.
Oh well, here's to some change in my life, and writing something worthy of everyone's time and sore eyeballs.

OH, in the meantime, you can show off your wonderful multi-tasking skills and check out this far more apetizing and money-consuming blog: http://dessertlove.blogspot.com

Don't worry. It's all worth it.

Honestly, I'm lacking and needing so much:
-Sleep
-Brainpower
-Inspiration
-Sleep
-Answers
-Discipline
-Sleep
-Time
-Will-power
-Sleep
-Entertainment
-And everyone's all time favourite: the $$$$$$$$'s

oh. and sleep.

Yeah, yeah. you're probably being all defensive and trying to claim ownership over the "Doesn't Get Enough Sleep" status.
Don't worry. There's enough to go around for everyone.
Oh, and speaking of having enough of something, here's what I've had more than enough of: RENDANG
Raya. Oh Raya.
Definition of Raya: MAKAN RENDANG, dapat duit raya, and then rush back for eighth helpings of rendang.
Bloody Hell.
They should very well ban the existence of rendang.
FUCK no. Then we'd all die.
Bet I'd like that.
Speaking of death, I'd like to wish a few people a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
*Snigger*

-Amanda 2nd
-Pravinaa 6th
-Charissa 9th
-Julian 9th
-Ashley 12th
-Lakshmi 24th

And those others who I've missed out.

Oh, And a very be-earlied HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! (31st October)