lip-lock.

Please don't call the environmentalists up on me.
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It all began like this.


On a hike up the cement stairs near the front of Alibaba, something caught my eye. I shrieked bloody murder and ran up as fast as I could. I did not even care that this might cause me to sweat (something which I hate), so you know to what extent it was horrible.

It was.. A DEAD RAT!!!

YUCK!

And dead on its back too, in a dog's rub-my-belly-please position. Yuck. With its legs in the air. Yuck Yuck!!

I've never been in as close a proximity with a dead rat before. Frankly, it's disgusting. I dont' know how it died. Possibly rat poison or something. But I know I never want to see it ever again. After all the trouble its cost during its lifetime, the least it could do is not die out on a common walkway in that position. But trust a rat to do that and it will disappoint you, foh shore.

Haha the funniest thing was when I screamed and started running, MJ started to panic and rush up the stairs too HAHAHA but the dead rat was right at the place where she was running up LOL. I wanted to say something but it was too late lmaao.

Since I was young I hated all this icky wicky stuff. I remember asking my mom as a kid:
"Mom, why did God make flies la!!"
"If He didn't make flies, then the frogs would have nothing to eat."
"THEN HE SHOULDN'T HAVE MADE FROGS EITHER!"

-.-

Looks like I was smart as a kid too ahahahahha.

MJ said that she recently had a flying roach in the house and she used a vacuum cleaner to suck it up. She then proceeded to suck in some dust, to make sure it was trapped in the dust bag. For good. Quite impressive, but unfortunately, she met with a small hiccup. She sucked her contact lens case, with contact lens intact, too. HHahahah! Funny shit.

For me?

I've never been a first-degree murderer. Of insects, that is. In fact, now that I think of it, I've never been a first-degree murderer of any kind, fullstop. Especially not the credit card since I don't shop swt. I don't even kill the water bill. I only bathe for like 2 minutes everyday swt.

For bugs: Yes, there was malicious intent, but the kill had not been premeditated. I would have prefered if they never came near me at all but alas, they did. So I would call the kill in the light of self defense.

If they were small I would find something like a container to put over them swt. The first time my parents came home they wondered why there was a turned-over container on the floor in the middle of the room. But after awhile, they started getting that it was my way of sending them a bug to be rid off swt. Bug-lock: I'm gonna send a bug your way.

I also once used the shower to send a mini roach along on its version of A Ride on the Longest Water Slide Ever - down the drain hole, along the pipes, to wherever the water treatment plant is. No brakes too, like the Super Tobaggon. LOL.

If the bug was big, I'd just go hide in my room till my dad killed it. I think this fear, it runs in the family. My sister's possibly worse than me. And my mother.. Well, let's just say.. Once upon a time, my dad was away on a trip and there was a green bug in the kitchen. So we told her about it. Her solution? She shut the kitchen door and told us: nobody use the kitchen till dad gets back -.-

LOL.

And we all know Amber is a legitimate member of the family too. She has well-earned the title.

'There is a roach crawling along the floor. It is quite far away, so I merely scream and put my legs up on the chair. I am alone at home, there is no daddy to kill it for me. Amber on the other hand, is awoken by my scream and has noticed the brown thingy moving around. It's the first time she's seen anything like it.

She moves closer, hesitantly, maintaining a distance of approximately 2 feet from it. As if life is out to get her, the roach moves in her direction. She watches it approaching for about half a second..

.. And then runs off in the opposite direction. She even glances behing whilst running to make sure it isn't closing in on her.'

LOL.

Kudos, girl. Ahahha.

Argh! Kid + Bug!!

LOL.

Exam's tomorrow. Scared shitless. Wish me luck. Kisses, sherry.

I mean like, as Hermione she was just a somewhat cute kid and wham bam! - SHE's NOT A KID ANYMORE!

This looks damn old school! Me likey. Thats why my hair is like 'aunty curls' swt.

This one. HAHA the wording pro wei. And the shoes wtf grapes. But she looks like a doll!

EMMA WATSON FOR BURBERRY. ALL the shots from the ad are nice.
I remember telling the bf - OMG you should see emma watson now. She became hott!! The burberry ads very 'zheng'.

Oh yea, he's indian but he understands my Canton ahhaha.


Eyelashes!
-.- Jealous.
But in all fairness, they are possibly fake as well. Hmph.


Another old school pict damn nice!! The dress! Damn nice :) like a high class Somerset Bay item. I love lace and embroidery and all that girly crap, by the way haha. But belt is bad. Say no to modern.. old skool all the waaay, yo!!

Title since this is part two of the pics.

Nyways peeps. Exams are just around the corner so I've been kinda busy (since yest haha) trying to brainwash self - I will study. I will study. I will study. Some people have probably seen my nick lmao.

I told my parents what happened to me at stupid Noodle Station and guess what! They told me I shouldn't even have bothered to apologized. Looks like I am a good girl after all. By the way, someone actually commented on that post (you can see it here).

I have strong reasons to belief it is someone who is related to Noodle Station. Why bother defending it otherwise. And getting pretty worked up about it too. See last line haha. Chill man, I ain't attacking you! There is no need for unnecessary sarcasm, woot ;). No wonder I had so many hits from people typing "Noodle Station Angry" on Google. Wtf. Why my blog most famous for all these things la. Last time I blog about taxi man also same zz.

Alrighty. Let's get to what everyone's waiting for.

Me and Esther! She did punch me in the face but I forgive her haha. *hugs

Look at the two boys exchanging secrets behind lol.

Haha. Title is an inside joke.

25th June 2009.

:) Camwhorin with the bf and the ex-classmate.

Note where the hands go peeps.

Hands held in most flattering position - Check.

Hand around the girlfriend - Check.

Two hands around the boyfriend's hand - Check.

Haha.

Hello everyone :)

I wish to apologize for the layout glitch if any of you happened to stumble upon it over the last few days. As you can see.. It's been fixed! :) And.. I have a new header XD lmao. Not new la, more like modified. I'm planning on adding more stuff soon, but I'm really having some time management issues haha.

I'm actually on a study break now but it seems like I'm living life like it's the latter, totally ignoring the former. If this continues, my two weeks would have been a blast, but I'd be in deep shit soon. Reality always catches up. Boo. Killjoy.

Le sigh.

Anyway, I recently went on for an eight course chinese-style dinner with the bf.

'So how was that a test?' you ask.
Well, not officially, it isn't. But aren't all situations couples go through a test?

How does your bf behave during shopping? How does he react when you're upset? How does he act in front of your friends? etc.

Admit or otherwise, if your bf fails in too many of these 'tests', dump him, you will. Swt. Same goes for the guys.

In this case of the eight course dinner, the bf passed. And with quite a bit of colours too. Not flying la. Maybe floating haha.

Winning Points:
- Civilized behaviour throughout entire course of dinner.
- Adequate chopsticks skill.
- Took care of all my gastronomical needs. (Always 'kap choy' and take more sauce for me muahahaha.)

And the last but most important stage in the test that he aced:
- VOLUNTEERED TO DE-SHELL PRAWNS FOR ME!!

*in love*

Yes la. I am spoilt and I like it, I admit. I never ever have to de-shell my own prawns because I am Daddy's Lil Girl. I'll rather not eat the prawn if I have to do it myself hahaha. That's how bad I am. Lmao unless its butter prawns cause that's my favourite :)

Anyway, I really didn't see it coming with the bf and suddenly:
"Come hon, I help you remove the shell okay?"
*stunned for 2 seconds* O.O
"HUH? REALLY??"
"Yeah, seriously."
"Oh My God T_T *terharu* Why you so nice to me? T_T"

LMAO.
Bleh. Now that I think of it... It's way too easy to please me, tsk.

Losing Points:
- Ate up 1/4 of all the food there although it was 10 to a table. (Why, oh why.)
- Kept asking me not to talk so loud. Grr.

Eff this! Failed!!! This is Chinese 8 course dinner!! You can't ask me to talk softer! It's tradition!! You must talk louder than everyone else in the room so you can be heard! Hmph.

*highly insulted*

In Conclusion: The bf aced 4 out of 6 areas. That's two thirds.
Verdict = Passed with floating colours. hahaha.

See ya'll soon, people. Love love Sherry.

Hello, everyone. :) How has your weekend been?

I just wanna recommend this book to everyone because I am soo in love with it!

As some people might know, I love Alexander McCall Smith books because they have wit, wisdom and heart all at the same time. An easy read, yes.. but a very nice one, if you ask me.

And this is his best book so far.

Dream Angus is the contemporary reworking based on the celtic myth of Dream Angus, the god of dreams and love, this time interwoven in five different tales of modern-day life, each story subtly hinting at the work of Angus. On the outside, these don't appear to be connected to the myth at all, but what they do do is suggest the roles that love and dreams, the upsets and the comforts play in our lives. Very simple, very pure, and very true.


Maybe it's because I'm a girl that I'm more prone to enjoy the fuzzy feelings of a very heartwarming book. But honestly, this book will not disappoint you.


Erm. And I teared at the end. I was feeling too emotional :( (Warning: Don't attempt to finish in one read!! Might be too overwhelming lmao.)

Go get a copy, everyone! Go Go! Shoo! See ya'll soon. Love Sher. :)

LMAO. HAHAHA I can't stop laughing, peeps!

Lyrics here:

[T Pain] T SWIZZLE AND T PIZZLE

[Taylor Swift]

I'm like 8 foot 4, blonde hair to the floor

you shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore

No, I ain't got a gun, no I never really been in a club

still live with my parents but I'm still a thug

So gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night

you out clubbing, but I just made caramel delight

t swift and t pain rappin on the same track

it's a thug story tell me can you handle that

I had a dream last night I had high-top NIkes

I had diamonds in my mouth, and diamonds on my mic

by the time I woke up I was singing "I'M ON A BOOOOAAT"

cuz I'm a singer turned rapper, shorty I'm a make ya

straight to the top, yo, shorty I'ma take ya

you can call me T Sweezy now I'm a rap star

It's a thug story now tell them who you are

singer turned gangsta, you don't wanna fight me

straight to the top in my extra small white tee

t swift and t pain all up on the same track

it's a thug story tell me now can you get with that

what! what! I knit sweaters yo!

what! what! don't test me [bleep]

hey hold on, hold on I didn't even say anything

WHAT?

I said "yo"

YUP

you guys bleeped me and I didn't even say anything

I didn't even swear

SHE DIDN"T EVEN SWEAR

hello?

Don't worry, peeps. I'm not dying anytime soon.

But I just wanna write this down cause life is fragile and this is one of the things I don't want people screwing up swt. If I wait for it to happen, it would have been too late. I urge all bloggers to follow suit.

I don't want the typical funeral.





I don't want sad flowers. I want sunflowers cause they make you happy. Or orange daisies. The kind I have the flower clip of.

I don't want a big blow-up of my IC picture on a standing frame, puhleeze. I camwhore. I'm sure whoever whos in charge of that can find a decent picture of me. Take it off my facebook, by all means.

On second thought, I don't want a single picture of me. I want a whole wall. A collage of pictures. Now, wouldn't that be nice? :) Pictures of me. Of my friends. Of me and my friends. Of me and the bf. Of things that happened. Old Picts. New Picts. Fugly Picts. Nice Picts. Clothed Picts. No Naked Picts cause I don't have any haha. Except one when I was bathing as a kid. Please don't put that up..

Picts of when I was a fat baby. Picts of when I used to look like a boy. Picts with braces. Picts of me eating. This is the celebration of a life after all. Pict of the bf on crutches just for the fun of it muahaha. But don't put the one at Shu Wen's birthday where Shan Lung roared with paws in the wrong direction. We wouldn't want more deaths, would we?

Please don't be stingy with the developing. I'll pay for it. Theres a big stash of RM 100 notes hidden in my room, in the drawer on the left of.. haha. I'ma stop right there. Please don't be stingy with the wall either swt. It's just a wall. And tell my dad it was my last wish; "So pleeeeease let pictures be stuck on the wall, uncle!" (He would definitely disapprove of the idea cause the stickiness will get on the wall and there will be patches of black on the wall full of dog hair and flying debris in the shape of cellotape for the rest of the house's life.)

I don't want the lousy strumming guitar. Nice music please. Piano would be nice, for a change. Please no brass band, it hurts my ears.

I want Coldplay's Fix You, because it is the saddest song ever :( Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones. And I will try fix you.. :'( I watch the music video and it makes me cry all the time. It'd be awesome if you could get Chris Martin to hop by.

I originally asked the bf to sing it, but maybe not; there might be more deaths ahhaha jk hon. Btw, he asked me to sing "Who Let The Dogs Out?" at his funeral. -.- I think his last wish is one that will go unfulfilled. There would definitely be deaths.

-.- And by that I mean mine. Death by his parents.

Oh yea, I want a longer coffin so I might be thought of to have been tall. And I want it closed.

If that fails to be realized, remember to stick fake eyelashes on me. At least the lingering image of me will cause amazement - For a Chinese, her eyelashes were quite something, weren't they? Hoho muahahaha.

Also, dress me in my new shiny blue dress and I want wedges, not any other kind of shoe. Please also put a handphone in. I was recently reminded that it's very important.. in the event I wake up. Make sure got charged spare batteries somewhere I can reach, too. And don't use Digi cause their reception sux, and that could be hazardous.

I would ask that no one cry, but that is inevitable in every funeral so why live in denial.


But it'd be nice if there was a wake by the sea at sunset :) Unfortch, I am not Heath Ledger so I will probably not be getting it. Instead, let's be realistic. Everyone can have a tour of my room, although it will probably be messy. When you do this, keep in mind my supernatural skill. All that mess you see in front of you? Yeah, well, I can clean it up in under 5 minutes muahahaha. *proud of self*

My clothes I will to my sister, so she can double the size of ther closet. I also will all my computing notes and IT textbooks to her, because with me gone, nobody will fix her computer problems for her. Except maybe her bf. But nobody would fix it for her NOW.

My handbags and earrings I will to my mother, because she cannot borrow them anymore. I also give her full permission to use her car whenever :P ahahah funny.

All my filled picture frames I will to my dad, so he can put them in his office. He can also have my toy gun with shoots rubberbands when fired.

My comforter I will to Amber, because she loves sleeping on soft things. She can also have my stock of Kinder Bueno in the fridge, although that will, without a doubt, shorten her lifespan 'dramastically'.

My books I will to the bf, for being the only guy I know who actually loves reading. To him I also will the collection of CDs filled with my pics and vids from my previous comps' hard drives, cause he is probably the only person who might possibly appreciate them. Also all Sherry Mixes volumes one to ten. And my Driving License cause he loves that pict of me.

My old-school Scrabble Set from back in the days when my parents were kids, which can only be currently obtained from Marks and Spencer, brand new, but costing more than the Scrabble set from Toys R Us, I will to Dee for being one of my first few Scrabble buddies. The other one is Charles, but I doubt I will will him anything. And Kingass can have my SIMS 3 DVD since he wants it.

I will my stamp collection to my uncle who bought me all those stamps. I will my plastic bag collection to err.. I don't think anyone would want my plastic bag collection :( le sigh. I will all my unused packets of packet tissues to Melvin, in tribute to the only other person I know that feels insecure when not carrying tissues with him.

I will all my diaries to the fire because nobody should read them but me. They contain a lifetime's worth of secrets.

I will my stack of KAMI paper to ShuWen, whom I always steal paper from. And lastly, I will my Nando's 5 bux to Vicks cause she was the most amused by it ahahha.

This list might never end :) so I'll stop here.


Goodnight, peeps. See ya'll soon. Love Sherry.

Apparently, we have come a long way since that pict. The perpetual scowl that used to be in all of Xians photos have nowadays magically transformed into a rectangular-like smile. As for me. My hair is no longer that fugly. I would have said my hair is no longer curly but I recently permed it and it is even more curly than that *in love*. Also, the earrings in that pict have been officially lost for 3 years.

Nyways, happy birthday once again. :) Hope you had fun smooching strawberry butt.

I'm out. Love, Sher.