tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51261132011-07-29T18:58:33.389+10:00i whine, rant, nag, beg... basically i do whatever i want.. IT'S MY FREAKIN BLOG TO BEGIN WITH :Psharkynoreply@blogger.comBlogger2461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-43765629302105832632010-04-06T10:06:00.002+10:002010-04-06T10:18:47.582+10:00

Birthday this weekend. Really not keen on celebrating it. Don't know what to do anyway. Just want good company and maybe some good food. I shouldn't be planning my own birthday to begin with right? Ok I dunno much bout birthday protocols. I'm just happy to make do with what I have.. oh Bukit.. wish you are here to join in. Trio isn't complete without u.Anyway I use to have a long list of things I

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-82354433345706664522010-03-31T16:34:00.002+11:002010-03-31T16:40:33.982+11:00

So yet another whirlwind week is over. Things seem to be better this time. Better than ever. I like how they're going. I like the person involved even more. I don't wanna think far ahead... but far enough to know that I do wanna spend quality time together again. I'll rant more bout it when i feel like it.At the moment i'm too tired n sleep deprived n bogged down by at least two assesssments that

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-51329059659354018012010-03-18T13:23:00.003+11:002010-03-18T13:31:53.818+11:00

Sometimes I have a relapse and I start missing you when I know I really shouldn't but feelings tend to have a life of their own and the only thing I can do is to avoid or ignore them. They come and they go as they please.But can I really say I miss you when your face does not even seem familiar to me anymore? I look at pictures of you and it feels strange. Like I know you but yet I don't. In my

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-7339136656791176232010-03-07T14:50:00.002+11:002010-03-07T14:55:24.547+11:00

Just coz I'm procrastinating some more today and suppressing this overwhelming urge to sneeze my nose off... blogging is awesome for this. Atm I'm half wishing for the weather Melb is having.. reminds me of the hailstorm of '07 when uni was shut for an entire week and partying ensued. Bliss. But in all honesty I think I'm good without such weather. I do not want to remain sick n be referred to as

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-91438947177328172592010-03-06T18:03:00.002+11:002010-03-06T18:05:45.342+11:00

Fire alarm, activated sprinkler, wet carpet in room, walking in rain, fever, cough... that pretty much sums this week up for me. Will explain more when I don't feel so ugh. On a mission to get panadol but in the meantime ... what's been in my head lol no puns intended but yeah been too overplayed and maybe for a gd reason or not =p

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-91592980470734478412010-03-03T20:57:00.002+11:002010-03-03T21:15:48.796+11:00

Hello 3rd day of C-town autumn... I welcome your breeze. It makes up for nice snuggles in bed. However, I do have things to do and this dip in temperature isn't really good for me now. I had to sit through a 2 hour block with an aching body, a sore throat and a soaring body temp. Since you're definitely staying, please get your minions (i.e. previously mentioned tortures to my body) to go away.In

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-52731320403785409382010-02-18T13:54:00.002+11:002010-02-18T13:57:20.470+11:00

Two words: FOAM PARTYFollowed by ouch, when elbow of tall person meets head of short person. All I felt was a sharp pain and a crack sound. Lol curse being vertically challenged.But that was a good distraction.

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1134859531531627422010-02-13T23:44:00.006+11:002010-02-14T00:32:03.811+11:00

I thought of you today... that was so random. Of all days and of all people... it had to be today and it had to be you. Maybe because this time last year we celebrated V'day on a plane. You and me, in the most un-couple situation. You sat two rows down from me and I was stuck with a psychologist from Melbourne. Somehow psychologist and Melbourne together now have a whole different meaning.I

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-47541581139643137142010-02-10T18:27:00.002+11:002010-02-10T18:32:23.276+11:00

I want all this to end...I want to get better...I hate this sinking, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach...I do not like feeling the weight of whatever I'm carrying crumbling down on me...Worst of all despite the help I'm seeking and the help I'm getting I still feel like I'm bearing the brunt of it ALONE.I feel like I've lost myself and the people I want around me the most.I miss you, stupidly

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-65963741295490504332010-02-02T14:22:00.002+11:002010-02-02T14:52:06.835+11:00

It's already February!! Summer break is slowly winding down and meeting its end. Grrrr... but but on the plus side, O-Week!!! Hehehe... Gonna kick start uni with back to back events I hope. Let the partying begin!! Hurry back Bwaaa. Pirates sound good... sexy pirate wenches sound even better don't ya reckon? Anyway this whole learning to let go thing is hard... the concept is simple enough for me

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-70543101518807591162010-01-31T10:44:00.003+11:002010-01-31T11:11:14.052+11:00

Dear Shaheera,Or is it Sharkie now? I don't know Shaheera, Sharkie you're one and the same to me, the difference is minute. I hope this little note finds you in the best of health and that all is well. Maybe not too well which is why I feel the need to check up on you. We have a connection you and I.I just want you to know that no matter what happens and regardless of what you choose to do, I'm

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-40183344620761504862010-01-23T11:57:00.002+11:002010-01-23T17:57:38.967+11:00

The heart wants what it cannot get... And in this case what it doesn't even need.Toxic... It's a blessing that some things are unattainable then isn't it?

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-16514702308466675062010-01-20T10:49:00.001+11:002010-01-20T10:49:36.690+11:00

Ok posting by email sux but it'll hafta do for now. Earlier post was a shit attempt. Meh as humid as it is I m nt ready to head back. Reality thy shouldn't sink in

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-84502271230882036772010-01-20T10:44:00.002+11:002010-01-23T17:56:52.852+11:00

Testing this new method of posting

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-47572813776522355632010-01-16T07:17:00.003+11:002010-01-16T07:25:06.210+11:00

I can't get over the brief farewell but like u say dear friend I'm not good with goodbyes so it's see you again. It's not all bout me... it's about all of us. I guess it was rather selfish to think that way. But you're returning to family... I have to wait. Although you make perfect sense... the sacrifice is for a good cause. I wish you a safe and pleasant journey for today and in general. May

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-33192551064943509452010-01-14T12:24:00.003+11:002010-01-14T12:47:16.769+11:00

The onset of Aunt Flow and the sleepless night must've made me feel like Plath.... albeit a less morbid and a more amateur version considering my last post... Also Plath would've written that in english... meh I try.It's only half past 12 at the moment but it feels like it is later than that. I dunno if it's cause its cloudy out or the fact that I'm up early (not to mention with minimal sleep)

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-42680481696004767552010-01-13T01:36:00.003+11:002010-01-13T01:48:09.959+11:00

Aku sedang kangen nih... kangen sekali sama kamu...Ku pingin ketemu, tapi nggak bisa...Ku pingin ngobrol... tapi itu juga nggak bisa...Kalian harus ku lupakan...Kau terlalu jauh mas...Jauh di dalam lubuk fikirankuTerlalu jauh untuk ku memikirkanmuKu ingin kau pergi... menghilangkan diri3 tahun atau 6 bulan itu hanya masa...Masa yang sekarang ini tidak penting lagiAku ingin bersendirian...

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-90728483684855509942010-01-10T10:54:00.002+11:002010-01-10T11:48:08.850+11:00

Finally checked my mail the other day after the front desk reopened and OMG so many cards. Made me feel so loved lol. All the postcards and christmas cards and letters from people globetrotting this summer and from back home (got your little card too Bwaa thank you...I told the M to look out for hers right M?). One of these days it'll be my turn sending postcards while I'm away experiencing new

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-85536404459980348782010-01-09T00:06:00.002+11:002010-01-09T00:41:37.957+11:00

Here's a big shout out to the #1 man in my life:HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA!!!Nothing I do is ever going to be enough to make up for the sacrifices you've made for me. All I can say is thank you, thank you, thank you. I know I fail to show it most of the time but please believe me when I say I'm eternally grateful to have you as my dad and I can't thank you enough for this experience you have provided

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-29846727578413139162010-01-06T12:50:00.002+11:002010-01-06T20:34:16.475+11:00

Wow... already a week into the year. So far it has been pretty alright although the start of the year saw the passing of a granduncle. You're in our prayers Tok Mann. My headspace has been cluttered lately with all the things I have to get done or settle before anything will fall in place and hopefully take the right course. It seems pretty easy and somehow I manage to organise the mess but

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-24777069764854262192010-01-01T12:40:00.002+11:002010-01-05T13:32:43.579+11:00

HELLO 2010!! You started with a bang fireworks and all. I hope you remain on that high note for the next 364 days. You're allowed to falter if only just a little. We're not perfect so it's ok. I don't mind the lows if they come with high highs. With you, I hope to be more confident and secure of myself. I want to be able to take less notice of flaws and focus more on the positive things not just

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-86669272974750334012009-12-31T08:41:00.006+11:002009-12-31T14:01:24.809+11:00

2009, A ReflectionAs per usual, my end of year post that I've neglected doing for the past yr or so. Here's my '09 summarised as best I can.Jan~Apr:I was home in Jan. It was great to be back after a year of being away and after spending time with the ex-muse, J, and the family a mth before. February was when J came over to meet my family for the first time. Worked out well fortunately. But yeah I

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-90852173153077361682009-12-30T14:54:00.005+11:002009-12-30T20:28:27.240+11:00

Funny how every time an unexpected phone call is received, my world is turned upside down momentarily. A tiny part of it is also due to the fact that these calls seem to occur at ungodly hours. Mostly though, it's the company and the conversation that comes with them. I suppose I don't mind walking on my hands for awhile. Shake things up a little. Then when I'm over the shock it's all back to

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-53525768426649041732009-12-28T14:18:00.001+11:002009-12-28T20:00:30.360+11:00

This being taken from a relative's blog can't be any more right, You never fully appreciate something until you're about to lose it/it's lost. With 3 days left till the new year, I just realised that maybe 2009 was not as bad as I thought. Sure if given the chance to relive it I'd avoid certain paths or change the way I handled myself or the issues that came up along the way but I have no

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-26665681711595489192009-12-27T09:58:00.002+11:002009-12-27T10:16:16.242+11:00

My past two entries have been a little strange. I was just channeling a 16 yr old Sharkie. She used to be really good with words especially when she is not feeling tops. Hope it was a good read though. I might be channeling her pretty often especially when everything else seem to fail me at trying to get my feelings out/across. Fictional work like that is a pretty good form of expression I reckon

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-13107827255824510122009-12-26T09:43:00.002+11:002009-12-26T10:20:02.503+11:00

Their limbs entangled between the sheets as they gazed at each other. She took a deep breath, trying to take in as much as she can the image of him in front of her. His deep soulful eyes, the number of times she got lost in them were countless. His chiseled face and the rough facial hair she'd tease him about but secretly loved. She smiled at him, wishing he'd miss her when she was not around and

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-77110720822303306002009-12-24T08:11:00.002+11:002009-12-24T09:36:25.136+11:00

She looked in the mirror the other day, finally seeing a glimpse of herself that he saw. Her full lips, her eyes, she smiled to herself thinking bout the day he called her gorgeous. The moment was short lived but the memory will last. As she tried styling her hair before she headed out she remembered how he told her he liked it tied up loosely. Slowly and deliberately she carefully scooped up the

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-83754845682940478412009-12-23T08:53:00.002+11:002009-12-23T10:04:21.116+11:00

Yet another bright and sunny morning. I used to say the weather here reflects my mood but for the past few days it's been way too cheery next to me. It's picking up though. Or rather I'm picking up because I think I'm almost on par with this good day. Went to bed pretty late by normal standards... early by mine I reckon but was up at six still. About 3 hours later here I am. I think blogging is

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-31216059015491311892009-12-22T07:28:00.004+11:002009-12-22T08:57:47.482+11:00

Just something I feel I hafta address before I go on ranting my daily dose.Mistress no. 2: please remember it was never my intention for things to go the way they did, i only ever wanted to brighten your day, i think you deserved that.I do not know if you realise this my dearest 2nd mistress but I know and definitely remember that we both didn't plan to be falling for each other. I am thankful

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-39995502678463322052009-12-21T11:53:00.002+11:002009-12-21T11:58:30.356+11:00

Afterall that I also realise one thing, I was never important to you I think. The other always had you, you were so convinced to not hurt her, and so keen to protect her from getting hurt. Maybe I never knew anything about you, that you were talking to her all along, but for now let's just give you the benefit of the doubt. You did what you did to protect her to keep her sane, as much as you

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-41351424163616667022009-12-21T10:40:00.004+11:002009-12-21T11:36:48.952+11:00

I'm sorry but I did what I had to do. What I think is best for all involved. I'm already missing you... missing you like crazy. But like I told you, my conscience is hard to fight and when it tells me I need to do this because I can't hurt someone I don't even know more than I already have then I have no choice but to succumb to that. If anything I feel like this hurt or whatever that I'm going

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-59889339816646744702009-12-20T16:33:00.000+11:002009-12-20T16:40:49.813+11:00

I think you know this is for you.... but do understand... despite all this, I really won't tolerate bullshit yeah. I'm nice but I trust you to know where the line is and to not cross it.. get it? Got it? Good. =] I Got You - L. LewisA place to crashI got youNo need to askI got youJust get on the phoneI got youCome and pick you up if I have toWhat’s weird about itIs we’re right at the endAnd mad

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-48320602279424801922009-12-18T22:56:00.000+11:002009-12-18T23:06:11.549+11:00

I think I owe it to her for being there for me at times when I needed someone the most while I'm here. So here's a lil tribute to my mistress ;) my other mistress lol. The M is an awesome person... lol sorry Bwaa the awesomeness has to be shared that's just how it is. I have so many things to say to the M but they won't be enough to express the gratitude I have for having her around for me in

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-30780021858324093442009-12-18T08:19:00.001+11:002009-12-18T09:56:27.490+11:00

Lemme just say, putting yourself in a vulnerable position is the most uncomfortable thing you can do. But sometimes it's worth it, no matter which way the outcome is going to go. Is it worth it this time? I don't know. For what it's worth, I got the things I wanted to say out of my chest. For once I braved my own fears, took control of my situation and put myself out there. No what ifs or maybes.

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-77517533849416412412009-12-17T14:40:00.000+11:002009-12-17T16:44:35.861+11:00

I figured I'm not gonna start with "The one with" anymore. I think I've gotten over it. I'm easing back into this blogging thing. Been planning to blog all day but I've just been lazy. Been lacking sleep again, was up by 6.40am. It's only 20 to 3 now and it feels like the day is so much longer. Which is a good thing when you have a lot of things to do I suppose. Been lying in bed for the most

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1814564377015522332009-12-16T09:04:00.000+11:002009-12-16T09:53:18.148+11:00

THE ONE WITH A COMEBACKThis space has been far too quiet... collecting too much dust. Recent happenings have made me wanna blog again I suppose. I've always wanted to come back on to post something but for the most part I don't, always thinking that what I think or how I feel, even when written about isn't important. They should just be kept where they are, in my head. But as I type this out, my

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-7253614096528078712008-08-08T13:51:00.000+10:002008-08-08T14:00:08.327+10:00

THE ONE WITH NO TITLEI've had more sleep this week than the past month put together I think (just so it doesn't sound too exaggerated). I don't know if I can solely blame it on the meds I've been taking. I think it's partially just me and my body, recovering and such. But it was a good week spent for the most part asleep in bed. My eyebags are disappearing, the muse would be so proud. This time

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-83639239143071862702008-06-08T12:15:00.000+10:002008-06-08T12:25:39.593+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE (chocolate) CAKESairz and I planned a pot luck which happened yesterday night. It was awesome fun. Although in the planning stages we totally forgot that I had to work, like I usually do most Saturdays (god knows how I can forget). Knocked off from work at 6 and got home by 20 to, bearing in mind that the shindig was happening at 8. When to the little shop to get the quickie

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-90994952002464267652008-05-14T11:40:00.000+10:002008-05-14T11:54:36.192+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE NEW SPACENot new space as in blog space but I've moved to a new room a coupla floors up. Been in this much larger space (as compared to the comfy shoebox that was my room last yr) for almost half the year now. It's starting to look more and more like my own room i.e. messy . Not quite ok, someone told me it's not messy but it's set up to be very homely and inviting. So there. NOT

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-46095870612242195142007-10-08T12:26:00.000+10:002007-10-08T12:39:33.458+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE GREAT IMPROVEMENTYou can actually see the floor in my room now. No more suitcase and piles of clothes lying around. Everything is kept, no wait lemme rephrase that, everything's NEATLY kept in my closet either folded or hung. I threw out heaps of my clothes yet my closet's still piled high but at least it's neat and oragnised. That's an achievement I tell ya. In the spirit of Eid

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-15732368139251664602007-08-21T20:28:00.000+10:002007-08-21T20:53:50.459+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE MESSY ROOMLet's face is... what's new with me and a messy room? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I still have my suitcase from when I came back from home. Yes the suitcase is still very much unpacked and lying on the floor. Thank god mum did my laundry before dad and me packed my bag. Other than that clothes have started to pile all over the suitcase and chair, my fridge hasn't been

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-28507973069747930562007-07-18T11:07:00.000+10:002007-07-18T11:20:24.099+10:00

THE ONE AT SUB ZEROI'm friggin freezin my a** off here. I've also just discovered that my wednesdays would mean 9am STAT lectures, a very long and exhausting 3 hour gap and then two hour long lectures after, but they're in the same slot. YES you read it right I have a clash and to make things even better/worse they're the supposed modules for my majors. I foresee very long and boring wed just me

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-2223573283917219082007-06-18T21:53:00.000+10:002007-06-18T22:17:01.898+10:00

THE ONE WITH MOVING ONThe tub was empty, she sat there alone occasionally tasting the salt that passes her lips. The water from the overhead shower continues to rain down like the million things that constantly drown her thoughts. Her wet face showing the signs of the many sleepless nights and the confusion playing on her mind. The constant patter of the water against the white tub slowly calms

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-38825792924616634142007-05-29T19:01:00.000+10:002007-07-18T11:07:26.548+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE CONFUSIONSometimes I wish there was a formula for everything in life... those nitty gritty little details that're so time consuming to figure out. I wish I knew a formula that was the antidote to every problem there ever was. I can keep wishing.

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-39030824578198527782007-04-18T17:28:00.000+10:002007-05-07T23:37:50.271+10:00

THE ONE WITH LIFEFinally turned a year older... actually I wish i hadn't. If anything it feels a little weird... Been failing to update coz well I jus couldn't be stuffed. You know how it is when you log on and feel like u have so much to write about and then when you finally get down to doin it everything's gone.. just like that. But yeah a lot of it has got to do with me being the personthat I

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-30707865497683648072007-02-27T01:04:00.000+11:002007-02-27T01:23:50.435+11:00

THE ONE WITH ALICEIt's already the second week of classes, time flies pretty fast eh? Atm, I'm takin a break from a certain girl called Alice. Who, you say? Alice. I think her many adventures in wonderland is kinda driving me nuts too. At this age, I still have to read that book for ENGL 1012. Awesome fun I tell ya. So very awesome. NOT. Considering I've got a tutorial on it tmrw and I haven't

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1171972338806347112007-02-20T22:42:00.000+11:002007-02-20T23:03:17.716+11:00

THE ONE WITH THE LECTURESThe lack of updates is due to the fact that I'm feeling lazier than normal. Which isn't really a good thing considering I'm lazier than most people normally. My room here looks like the one back home.. heh... yeap, like a hurricane went right through it. My clothes for work and uni and all that are everywhere. Bout time I start cleaning and doing the laundry for this week

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1169528839415091202007-01-23T15:48:00.000+11:002007-01-23T16:07:19.433+11:00

THE ONE WITH THE RIP OFFMy blog has been pretty much dead for so long and it's now the new year. I don't spose anyone reads it anymore. I'm bored and feeling a bit off atm so I reckon I'd post something up, jus coz I can.I broke my tradition of having a "Reflection & Resolution" post near the new yr period. I just didn't feel like doing any of that this time around. I'm in a new place and I have

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1164196413371859402006-11-22T22:45:00.000+11:002006-11-24T18:33:38.976+11:00

THE ONE WITH PEEK-TURES :)HELLO HAPPY PEOPLE... ok maybe not so happy... Anyways how are you guys doin?? I MISS HOME!! It's gettin warmer n warmer here, a change from when I first arrived. My skin is makin me feel like im half reptile, gets all scaly wen i dont lather up on the cream :S and omg my lips are drying up.. LIPSMACKERS ROCK!! Nice yummmy smell at that :D so what else is new.. besides

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1162468231849496812006-11-02T21:58:00.000+11:002006-11-02T22:50:31.876+11:00

THE ONE ALL BY HER LONESOMEJus realised that it's 5 days short of a mth since my last update... bout time i did it heh. It's been 3 weeks since I landed my ass back here and I'm copin, or at least trying to, with the new semester. The subjects this time seem ok.. but I don't know, I can't quite put my finger on it. I sorta feel like the workload this time round is double, then again maybe it's

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THE ONE WHERE SHE'S HOMEI think the title says it all. It's good to be back!! So because someone I met up with recently said this :I know you've got a life now, but pls for gods sake update ur blog. It's good to know what ur up to once in a while.So here's a post specially upon ur request. hehe u know who u are.There's really nuthin much to talk bout right now. Nothin beats bein home, even with

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THE ONE WITH THE UPDATE.. FINALLYI feel a certain sense of deja vu. I have a feeling I've used that title before. I'm too lazy to go check if I really did use it. Oh well.. Anyways lack of updates coz the connection at home has been bloody sucky.. now that I'VE MOVED IT'S WAY WAY BETTER!! :p yes yes I'VE MOVED hehe.. no more curfews n stuff.. i'm in a hall baby!!i'm too lazy to continue.. i feel

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THE ONE WITH ON REPLAYRUN-Snow PatrolI'll sing it one last time for youThen we really have to goYou've been the only thing that's rightIn all I've doneAnd I can barely look at youBut every single time I doI know we'll make it anywhereAnyway from hereLight up, light upAs if you have a choiceEven if you cannot hear my voiceI'll be right beside you dearLouder louderAnd we'll run for our livesI can

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THE ONE WITH THE NOISEI'm spose to be done with school right now.. but coz i'm sucha good student i think i should stay in school. :) Nah... I just dont wanna go home coz it's early and I'm meeting my jap classmate in town later. whooooopppeeeee... n SHE's sending someone else first. So yeah.. anyways that's my .1 cent worth of update. I wanna go off now.. so many things to blog about, so much

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1152795305576113852006-07-13T22:18:00.000+10:002006-07-13T22:55:05.670+10:00

THE ONE LABELLED FOR YOUR EYES ONLYI know I said I'm gonna update.. I haven't been gettin down to doin it because it's either a)my internet keeps disconnecting me (yes ppl.. ive downgraded from broadband to dial up.. go on.. laugh at me :s) or b) I jus cbf :D. So here are some pics I thought I might share with you. There's more.. but those I'll post on another day for another story :p also coz

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THE ONE WITH THE SIGNS OF LIFEIn school right now, leeching of their net.... the one at home keeps disconnecting me.. im rushin for time now coz my bus is comin soon... so i'll update prolly after dinner n homewrk later.... missing u guys like crazy... im adapting now.. no more tears tooo... so anyways.. will post again later.. toodles

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THE ONE WITH ALL THE CRYINGI'm updating.. sorry it took awhile. I've been here a little over a week now. Still trying to settle in and get used to the cold weather. As the title suggest, I really have been cryin bucket loads. The homestay hosts I have, have been real patient with me. Especially with Sumitra (the lady of the house, and no she isn't Indian, she's Thai). She knows how close I am

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1150197580773291762006-06-13T21:17:00.000+10:002006-06-13T21:19:40.783+10:00

at the airport now... so the post is kinda rushy...imma miss u guys back home.. the mini flood i caused was purely unintentional... blame the sister for cryin.. :(Pray for my safety and success, I shall be back home with you guys soon enough. Take care of yourselves.. I love you guys.Sharki3

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Letter/(s)Darling Tara,Yeah that's how I'm addressed on your blog all the time isn't it? Just doin you the same favour :D It took awhile for me to come up with this, coz I wanted it to be as close to perfection as it could be. However, excellence doesn't require perfection .. ok ok this one a bit off tangent. Gettin back on track, I think the 11 yrs we've shared as friends cannot be simply summed

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Letter/(s)Dear Jez,I have so many things to tell you right now, I don't even know where to begin. There's so much that I want you to know, it's all a big mess in my head. Like a tangled web, strings all in knots, just waiting to be undone.Let me just begin by saying how thankful I am to you. For the past three years or so, knowing you has brought about certain changes in me, as minute as they are

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1149574283570846262006-06-06T16:06:00.000+10:002006-06-06T16:11:23.580+10:00

THE ONE THAT IS LONG OVERDUESeeing as to how I've been gettin very emotional msgs on here. The next coupla posts are written as , well i spose u can call them letters, to ppl. In absolutely no order to how important the person is to me. Coz trust me, you're all important. Whether you are mentioned or not. The thing bout writing letters is this, most of the time I end up not sending any. Why not

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THE ONE WITH THE OVERHAULBefore I start, a HEEE-UGGEEE shout out to Junables!! BANYAK2 THANK YOU! Thank you for takin time to come over, thank you for helping me, thank you most of all for helpin me throw the junk I've accumulated in my room through the years. Without you Miss Director, I wouldn't have been able to throw 3 entire trash bags of crap from my now much much uncluttered room. If my

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1147700930475487202006-05-15T23:33:00.000+10:002006-05-27T22:44:24.470+10:00

THE ONE WITH.... No one is more loving than my dad, no one is more caring than my mom (yes, albeit the fact she makes me feel smaller than I already feel at times), no one is more understanding than my sister and no one is more protective than my brother. To me that is. These people are my pillars. I know no matter how I feel when I'm with them, they have my back. They are my source of

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1146898874930516312006-05-06T16:32:00.000+10:002006-05-06T21:45:07.866+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE 'MUSE'As usual I start my day, like I have for the past six months or so, by turnin on my computer and modem. Yes, without fail. Like a very sacred ritual. Doesn't matter that mommy dearest has nagged bout it so very often that she sounds like a record (broken or otherwise).Anyway what I usually do online is chat. I don't really go out very often so I chat with the people I have

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1146576621822969782006-05-02T22:40:00.000+10:002006-05-02T23:30:21.890+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE LONG DAYI've done nuthin useful today. Really. And no, not proud of it. I've been napping so much this past week, adding the fact that my sleeping pattern is so freakin atrocious... gah... I dunno, I'm a big mess somehow.It's the same whole routine every single day. Monotonous. It's not like I don't try to change things, I do. Just that sometimes circumstances get in the way. One

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1146547268494448282006-05-02T15:18:00.000+10:002006-05-02T15:21:08.503+10:00

The new skin seems to be holdin up pretty ok.. at least I hope u. Many thanks to my cousin for doin it =)Anyways... have a good day ppl.. sharkie is lazy

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THE ONE WITH THE NEW SKIN*cough* *testing* *testing*

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THE ONE WITH THE REALISATIONToday I think I've been hit with so many realisations at once I've turned so freakin numb (aside from the bloatedness and excruciating cramps that stems from a certain monthly visit from a certain friend of mine). Reading my last entry, I've come to the realisation that writing things down doesn't always make them all the more easier to comprehend or make them easier

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THE ONE WITH THE LIST/SThe wishlist is well, redundant now. There's still the things to do list, the must have list, the packing list and a lot more lists to come. Oh yeah not to mention the list of peopl I hafta, wanna, gotta meet but haven't. Sigh~ so little time so much to do... so little cash too =pThis post was suppose to say something, something I think is gonna be real important... well at

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THE ONE WITH MY BIRTHDAYYes it is!!! It's my birthday!! I'm really thankful to everyone for all the well wishes. I'm really touched that you guys remember it. Honest.. I am. I've been getting msgs since the clock struck midnite and suddenly I feel so loved :POn the downside tho, I'm stuck home with bad cough, runny nose and a slight fever.. what a way to celebrate eh? It's ok though... I'll live.

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THE ONE WITH THE SLAP IN THE FACELet me begin this entry with the announcement that the big wait that I was talkin about in the previous post is over.. I repeat... OVER!! Like I've said before, sometimes when you wait things will eventually turn out your way. In my case, I suppose it did. There's just a few more little hurdles to clear but I am all set, hopefully, like I said there're a coupla

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THE ONE WITH THE WAITI dislike waiting, I shan't use hate here. Hate is just sucha strong word. How I see it, waiting either disappoints or satisfies you. You either don't get what youre waiting for or you do. Meanwhile, before that conclusion comes, there's just this empty void. You take things as they come. It's this void that makes you feel all empty and hollow inside. Like you're not capable

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THE ONE WITH THE CONSTANT REPLAYThe songs on my computer have been on replay for as long as my lappie has been on. Sometimes I have my headphones on and I dont even realise that the songs have ended their run. Then bout twenty minutes later I'll wonder why it seems so quiet. It's really amazing how oblivious I am to things sometimes. It scares me too, it's like I'm lost in a world of my own,

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THE ONE WHERE THE WORST IS OVERHere's the much requested update (right..), your wish is my command.As the title suggests, the big day came and went. I got what I deserved and no, as much as I'd like to think that I did so very well, I didn't. My results were mediocre if not atrocious and although it sounds like it, I AM NOT PROUD OF THEM. I suppose at the end of the day it was a lesson that was

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THE ONE WITH THE IMPENDING DOOMAs the dreaded day looms nearer (read: results) I get more and more uneasy. I think that's standard procedure for anyone who's goin thru it. Anyways, for the past coupla weeks I have been finding it hard to freakin sleep. I can tuck myself in at 11 and still toss and turn at 1am. Sometimes I finally fall asleep at 3 or 4 am and I'm up and awake by 6am with no way of

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THE ONE WITH THE PAINNo not in the behind... jus major cramps... don't ask. Spent most of the last two days all curled up in bed coz I just cbf to do anything else. Freakin cramps. In other interesting news... I was watching 8 Simple Rules for Dating my Teenage Daughter on cable. It's the old episodes.. and this one with a BSB member... Imagine my surprise when my dad went : "Eh, isn't that Nick

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THE ONE WITH .....Here I sit, infront of Lappy, typing meaningless BULL coz I AM BORED!! The CD I'm playin has been on over and over again. I could be doin something more useful and satisfactory, that comes into bloom like say, cleaning my room for example. I could do the laundry, yet again... but it's rainin out and dryin them would be a pain coz it's gonna be indoors. Or I could pack my stuff

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1137319958618401572006-01-15T20:50:00.000+11:002006-01-15T21:12:42.013+11:00

THE ONE WHERE THEY'RE ALL GROWN UPBeen too lazy to update since the new yr. Actually that isn't a good excuse since I have remotely nuthin else to do at home other than the laundry and clearin stuff where I can. I'm not much of use at home, or outside for that matter... whatever.. before I start feelin all miserable.... yet again I shall ignore whatever I just typed.Movin on....the two kiddos

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THE ONE WITH THE NEW YEARI think I skipped this sorta post last year coz I wasn't up for it. Actually I'm not up for it this year either. Sometimes though, you gotta have things put down before you start to follow or think bout them. So here goes:REFLECTIONS:What can I say? 2005 took to becomin a very important year for my academic career. The big A's came and went. I wasn't so much lookin

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THE ONE WITH THE KINGMy sister and bro-in-law took me to watch KING KONG the other day. Three hours on my butt.... I kept shifting in my seat coz it got really uncomfy after awhile. The movie was ok though. Adrien Brody was totally oozing with the sex appeal, in an awkward sorta way and Naomi Watts, stunning. My fav. though gotta be the KING himself. For such a gargantuan creature he was the

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THE ONE WITH THE NEWSThe mom-sies was discharged from the hospital yesterday. It's a great relieve. It makes things a lot more... permanent in a way. No more shuttling between so many destinations, plans are more easily made. The main thing is she's back home. She still isn't that fully recovered but she's heaps better than she was three weeks ago.In other news, my new skin finally worked... the

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THE ONE WITH THE NEW SKINI'm not sure if the skin's gonna work, it looks ok when I previewed it.. then it's pretty much screwed up.I haven't got the mood to blog much, just that my mom's in hospital and I'm spending my alone time online, messin around with the html codes and tryin out stuff for my blog. I'll try and give a proper entry next time aite??Time to do the next batch of washing now...

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THE ONE WITH THE HEALTH ISSUESThe lack of updates is pretty much due to the fact that I've been dividing my time between home, the hospital and my aunt's place( where i'm helpin her take care of my niece and nephew while my sis stays over to look after my mom at the hosp). I've hardly been home the past week anyways coz of bracketed reason. The longer my mom stays there, the more scared I

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1132735164360873762005-11-23T18:58:00.000+11:002005-11-23T19:39:24.370+11:00

THE ONE WITH THE FREEDOMThe dreaded As that added to whatever crap I already felt has come and gone. I am now officially not a student anymore, much less one of the school that I attend. I'm gonna miss everything about it, the environment, those times we sail paper boats when it rains heavily (like it did today), the endless mini productions we had to put up for the school's entertainment, those

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THE ONE WITH THE GREAT DEAL OF PONDERIN'Did that make sense? Oh wait... it never does. Anyway a coupla things are just starting to sink in right now. First and foremost is the fact that the BIG As are really really just round the corner and if time goes any faster than it already does I'm walkin head on right into it. It scares me to no end. So what am I doing blogging when I should be studying?

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THE ONE WITH BEING HAPPYOk even I hafta admit that was a lame title. But hey I'm pretty ok.. so whatever works aight? I think I finally know what I wanna wear for graduation.. no wait I know that I know what I wanna wear... that doesn't make any sense now does it? Well yeah you get the idea.Jez and I finally went out yesterday to go get stuff that were way overdue. My day started pretty bad tho'

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1128175700838364362005-10-02T00:01:00.000+10:002005-10-02T00:08:20.843+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE BROKEN ARMSI'm on the phone with a crazed maniac aka Jez. Somehow the song Open Arms is now Broken Arms and she's doin it in this squawky bird rendition. Think Iago from Aladdin. Yes! That bird on Jaafar's neck voiced by Gilbert Godfried (I hope I spelt that right... wait was it really him in the first place?). Anyway I gotta hit the books. I have ten topics to cover for

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1127921311350312992005-09-29T01:17:00.000+10:002005-09-29T01:31:35.390+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE LIFETIMEI feel really stupid at the moment... but the picture above (hopefully it shows) should give us all the inspiration to either hit the library or at least study. Anyway I'm jus posting the lyrics to the song that I currently like.. so yeah...MEST- Chance of a LifetimeThe end of the world's in front of meHard to believe all I seeIt comes so close but pulls awayTo Let me

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THE ONE WITH THE DIRTY LITTLE SECRETHate to burst your bubble... but I was kinda referring to the song (think ALL AMERICAN REJECTS). Got the song stuck in my head all day in school today. Blame it on the fact that I watched the clip over and over again the day before. My point for all telling you all this? Nothing... just rambling. Felt like typing something. Sorz.. So if you think this will be a

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THE ONE WITH THE SERIAL TAGGERMy cousin.. or is it aunt... anyway I call her kak farlinzah... has tagged me to keep this blog chain thing going.. so here are three things people don't know bout me....I still have a shoe box that I call my treasure trove, with magazine clippings and posters and pin-ups of my favourite celebrities... with things dated from my primary school days. Everyone else is

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THE ONE WITH THE DESPERATE NEED FOR AN OB FIXOr maybe not... maybe I'm having too much of an OB fix everything else plays second fiddle. My next phase of my prelims started Monday and so far most of the papers have totally butchered me, no wait make that all the papers I've taken. Had I put in more effort I'm sure it could've been easier. What I'm doing to myself is complete murder suicide I'm

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1126433534496836982005-09-11T20:01:00.000+10:002005-09-11T20:53:18.843+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE SECOND DOSE OF OB FIXAs you can tell, I haven't gotten enough of this man.. did I mention he's one sexy beast?? rawwrr hahah ok sorry...I swear I was thinkin clean. Anyway, I think until I get to watch ELIZABETHTOWN .. maybe twice.... then I'd probably feel a little satisfied. Right now the longing is just insatiable. Hey.. what are you people thinkin' bout? We're talkin my

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1125850461889809452005-09-05T01:37:00.000+10:002005-09-05T02:14:21.896+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE OB FIXOB= Orlando Bloom... THE Orlando Bloom... Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom -if the source i got that from is really reliable. Today I got my OB fix because I started my day reading OB fanfics.. yeah so i'm a sucker for fanfics... thanks to jun partially... altho I officially began with GC fanfics, i sorta began exploring different areas.. LOL well im a sucker for fanfics.

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THE ONE WITH THE WANTSGot my brother in law(BIL) to have a look at my MD player, yes people I still do have an MD player, albeit for how long I can't remember. All I know is it's been too long, I can't even remember I've had it for how long. Yeah well I think my BIL said it would cost quite a bit to repair and it wont be worth it coz it's pretty old, so I might as well get a new player or

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1124297928298581752005-08-18T02:27:00.000+10:002005-08-18T02:58:48.306+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE RANDOM-NESSI just realised the title for today's post is really stupid. That's coz half the time whatever I post are also random stuff that just happen to pop into my head while I'm typin away on my keyboard. Not that it matters or anything.I seriously think my nephew adores me in a way that can't be described by mankind or any person for that matter. I mean there he was callin

sharkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1123961499947782822005-08-14T04:13:00.000+10:002005-08-14T05:31:39.953+10:00

THE ONE WITH THE FAMILYMy cousin invited us over to his place for a big meal today. It was fun I suppose. We ate and talked and ate some more. Good times I tell ya.. real good times. Considering my cousin seem to come up with something hilarious everytime he opened his mouth, my sides could've split from all that laughin.. no exaggeration.. My niece and nephew had a whale of a time as well,

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THE ONE WITH ALL THE FIREWORKSWent to the ESPLANADE or thereabouts on Monday night to catch the fireworks. The entire clan was there... well except my brother. The parentals, the aunt and her kids, the other aunt, the sister and her brood. It was all good. It was like a picnic except perhaps it was midnight and there we were next to clifford pier waiting for the clock to strike twelve so we can

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THE ONE WITH THE NEED FOR NEW CDSI slept today coz of them bright pink panadols.. yeah yeah you girls should know why. Woke up and decided to watch MTV. Caught the Green Day video for Wake Me Up When September Ends. I seriously like that video, albeit I saw the last coupla mins of it. Real touching last coupla mins I might add. The effect was sorta the same as how Good Charlotte's Hold On was for

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THE ONE WITH THE OLD SHOE07/29/05 (Friday) The dreaded PARENTS' NITE. Before that though a group of us went to St. Gabs as facilitators for quite a big group of sec four boys there. I was havin major cramps and the lab was air conditioned. Real torture I tell ya. Anyway, I've grown up with my guy cousins, and I've never encountered boys as cheeky as those that day. It was ... an experience. I

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THE ONE WITH THE ITCHI took early leave for the first time this year because I broke out into a rash when I got to school. To top that off I was coughing like my life depended on it all through assembly, national anthem, pledge and school song included. When I finally sat down after all that Mr Haikel sorta gestured to ask if I was ok.. I suppose it was that bad. So anyway I won't bother bout the

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