A Camwhoric Dilemma

Believe it or not, these are the ONLY pictures I took during Jon Ngan's farewell party on Monday.

YES, CAMWHORE ME TOOK LESS THAN 5 PICS DURING A PARTY.

Well see, I HAD my darling camera with me and two sets of batteries..

But my fucking batteries were BOTH dead. -_"

Oh! The Horror!!! 0_O

During the party,
I was pleading people to drive me to 7-11.

Guys from boys school taktau layan girls.

"Haroldddddddd.................." *puppy-eyed-grin*

"WhaT?"*cock-stares back*

"Drive me to 7......."

"NO."

-_"


Zhiyang was lost with practically no battery on his phone so Jon had to text him the way to his house.

"JoN!!! Text Zhiyang and ask him to stop by some 7-11 for batteries.... Pleasepleaseplease!"

"You crazy mer! He's already lost.. Want him to stop by 7-11 sammore... Dunwant."

-_- -_- -_-

pei-peinesss........

Well I took it all in stride...

Though cameras were flashing all around me,

I sat down with my legs crossed and did something my Yoga instructor would be proud of...

Meditate. :D

My friends are EVIL though.

They kept dangling cameras in front of me..

"Sherve... You know you want to camwhore......."

"C'mon Sher Vin...... ONE pic!"

"NO..... I'm MEDITATING!"

"EH! What meditating! You're resting your back against the couch! Fake one!"

"Hee! :p"

So yeah.. Thats how I ended up with only four pictures.

okthankyoubyebye.

: )

Ball pics up soon..

Mo Liew Post

I was walking around 1Utama looking for a handbag/clutch for prom with Ali.

GUESS WHO I SAWWWWWWW :D:D:D

BARNEY!!!




"Eh Ali!! Barney! :D"


"Yeah weh.. Eh! Lets watch.."


HAHAHAHAHA
Mr Ali Baba is a BARNEY-FAN :D



I swear.. the Barney song is infamous...

I love you,
You love me,
We are a happy family with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you,
won't you say you love me too : )

A nice and sweet song that most people twist up and form their own renditions.

One of the funniest I heard:

I love you,
You love me,
We all want to tiu Barney,
with a great big UHHHHHHH and Barney's on the floor,
No more VIRGIN dinosaur!

-_-
Definately not something you want 5 year old kids listening to. : p

******

BALL IS TOMORROW!

This is a sneak peek of what I'm wearing...

:D

Heels.

Obviously, its not the ONLY thing I'll be wearing.

But you'd have to wait til you see me during ball for the rest of my outfit.

0 : )

*******

On a sadder note,

Someone I recently got closer to is now safely on a plane to Melbourne.

*at least I HOPE he's safe :p*

He'll be the first of my HELP ALVLs friends to leave for *somewhere*.

No more "Tormented Soul" comments,

One less person to tell me how sohai I'm acting,

One less crazy assed GTI on a housing area road going at 180km/hr,

No more "no longer a tormented soul, but now an emo" boy,

No more Jon Ngan.

Bye bye korkorjiao...

Will miss you alotalotalot.

Keep in touch okay.

Or else I'll publish all your secrets here.

WUAHAHAHAHA :p

ps. Will post up more pictures tonight!

Judgement day.

:p

Title-less

I'm being the biggest bitch this side of the planet and yet he still comes back looking for more...
I wonder what that could mean..
HmM

: )

Btw, I just found out Stay Alive is an actual game.
woo 0_o

I'm pretty intrigued and feel like playing.
Play Stay Alive with me?
:p

Sherve is currently Listening to:

-from the Soundtrack of Fast & Furious: Tokyo Drift.
*click on the play button to listen!*

Saturday....
was spent doing my hair at Peekaboo, Curve.

I was walking to the salon when suddenly, I heard the MC downstairs say,

"Introducing... Funky Socks!"

I RAN from where I was and glanced down...

Spot the Thiathia!

*sorry If the quality sucks.. this was taken from the 2nd floor.. and they were on ground floor. hee! I was rushing for my appointment so I didn't get to say hie :p but you guys did a good job! : ))*

I was pretty surprised..
I knew Funky Socks were performing *somewhere* due to my *ehem* ardent interest in blogstalking my friends blogs
but I didn't know it would be at CURVE.

Oh well, pleasant surprise it was :D


My hairdresser pretty much screwed up my treatment.
I wanted the Three-Step Treatment
*which is soo syok! they do like 3 diff procedures on your hair and you feel SO pampered.. with the steam thinggie too! which I adore... Yes.. I adore the steam thinggie.. damn stim! XD*
but Jeffrey *my hairstylist* did the normal RM120 treatment..
which DOES NOT work for my blah fried mee hair. :S

So not much diff...
pehh -_"


But anyway,
at night I came back to Curve for a movie with Leon and Bryan.

Leon-is-spastic *he looks like the Hunchback of Notre Dame in the first pic right? XD*

Sherve@ KennyRogers.

We watched Stay Alive*click!*

*oh FUCK... I opened the official site for the movie to find a pic on it and this FUCKING scary moving eye stared back at me! As if I'm not scared enough already 0_0.. I'm so scared I'm going to continue blogging bout it tomorrow.*

Edit(a little bit later *7am*): Okay I decided against posting a picture because browsing through the pictures pretty much freaked me out once again..

Warning...Spoiler!

The story begins with three people playing a video game, "Stay Alive", that requires you to stay alive in order to win. These three get murdered by ghouls in the game and the next thing you know, *tadaa!* they die in real life as well, exactly the same way they die in the movie.

One of these gamers who died is the best friend of our main hero. Who is H-O-T btw.

So anyway, our hero *I can't remember his name but I'm too afraid to find out okay :p So bear with me..* inherits the deceased's belongings including the game. *okay.. this might seem a bit Ring-ish...*

So anyway, our Hero and his friends have a LAN party *gamers should understand* and they play the game.. *d'oh! if they didn't there wouldn't be a storyline..*

One of them die during the game and yes, he is murdered exactly the same way he was in the game.

Our hero and friends are convinced the game is responsible for the deaths *finally!* and therefore have to solve the mystery revolving around the deadly game before they drop dead, one by one.

I won't spoil the movie anymore for you guys.. Go watch!! A must watch for gamers especially. Confirm you guys won't touch your games for a few weeks :p

Before I move on, something the main character did really irked me off.

It irked me off so much I was complaining to Leon in the cinema..

"Eh! wtf! How can like that! Damn tiao right! Fuck him lah! Don't like him already : S"

*mail me if you watched already and want to know what it is!*

Alright.. Maybe the plot wasn't the best ever but the thrills and the sound system at Cineplex was REALLY good.

Damn onz. :D

Cineplex is better than GSC! Whee! Not VERY packed on weekends either. Highly recommended *thumbs up*

After the movie, we headed to Murni's.

Looking out for ghouls in Leon's car.

I didn't know Murni's had carbonara and western food like William's. Yay!

Now I don't have to go William's when I get late night western food cravings.

Murni is CLEANER too..

Definately a plus plus.

Leon Bryan-Taukei asked me to bring my camera but only ended up taking ONE measly picture. Blah : /

Anyway, I HAVE to sleep.

7am.

NightGood morning!

PS. Good luck to my DEAR SUFFERING friends sitting for their last paper on Monday.. hee! :D

*Gloatgloatgloatgloatgloat*

I'm JokinGG...

We chill after your last paper ok?

CALL ME YOU GUYS!

Rohan's birthday at Passion.

I'm majorly tired.

4 hours of sleep everyday is going to kill me soon.

: S

Pics from Rohan's bday!

3 month holidayyyyyy *sighs in contentment* heehee!

jealous already people?

Offer me a job though.

I need cash DESPERATELY.

I just spent 400 bucks shopping today and that's just the edge of the iceberg.

Psychic me predicts a whole lot more cash spent these coming 3 months.


And farkk.... I'm totally broke now. nada.
blah : (


Anyway, like I said, I went to Passion yesterday for Rohan's birthday.

Being a Thursday, Passion was practically dead and Poppy even more so.

*I heard Zouk was dead too.. So its not so bad hahaha! :p*

I was in good company so it was all good though.

Had fun camwhoring *as usual* :p

and chilling with nice House music and drinks..

PictureS!


*and yes! I'm lobster/traffic light red... -_- usual lah :p*

Ali Baba and I... Before he got drunk. Spot the trigger! *beams*

Seheno,VictorC and Shervo

Biggie, Joel, Sehen, Victor.

Malaysians are multiracial... Brown, Red, Black and White. hee! :P

The little birthday boy was pretty gone.

Sehen-O so sexy ohh! :D

YES lah.. I'm very red -_-

Terrible, terrible abhorred skin : (
Ali is meditating.RED RED RED 0_o

Prince and I

Photographs like this happen when I'm not holding the camera *bleh! :P*

***

Its a bird!

Its a PLANE!

No, actually... its just Yoke Kwan and Ali acting gay.

Yoke Kwan's got bapol potential, no? 0 : )

I guess he swings both ways though...

Yoke Kwan's gf, Li Xian and he.

And another couple....

Biggie and Olivia.

Damn sweet right!!! Couples looking so happy and loving like these two gives me the urge to grab the first guy within the vicinity and threaten torture if he refuses to date me. :p

****

Birthday boy Rohan and Sean Lee..


Olivia is sexy and tells crazy ass-ed lame jokes! :D

The alcohol, the ciggarette and the keropok.

Prince.Sherve.Charming. :D:D:DRohan's brother's friend,YokeKwan,I.

Birthday boy and I

Birthday boy's brother and I. : )

Li Xian is fun and my age but looks older than I do. : (

pei pei ness!

She layans my camwhoring! :D

Oh, I know alot of people who come to my blog trawl it only for photos of my hot chick girlfriends... I won't disappoint you then..

My sexiest girl friend EVA!

*and I DO mean EVER!*

Your sista AliciaC in the house yo!

C for China!

*inside joke :D*

Damn sexy leh?

Alicia wanted to remove her clothes several times to prove how sexy she was.

Fortunately she was.. uhm.. restrained. -_"

She even camhos better than I do man... o_0

Trigger!

Camwhore 101

EH! WE mixed up the SACRED ONE-TWO-O-FIVE pose!

We did O-ONE-TWO-FIVE.

Oh man... bad shape 0_o

Oh man, oh mann... fail again :(

The abhorrence!

Hung FaJoel joined in the camwhoring too.

Dinosaur pose.

Wah.. my eyebags! Haihh..

and Sean Lee..and Victor and Uzzaam.Candid.
Victor damn taukei... hee! :p
Roha-is-gone,Joel and I


Sehen, Sherve, Uzz.

*I'm not red anymore!!! :D:D:D:D:D*Alcohol makes you happy. Joel and Rohan.Victor and Joel, Sifu and apprentice. Guess who is older :p
Trigger. Joel fail lah.. looks like he's picking his nose. Eew.

and then I met Kirk!


*****

I bring out the inner camwhore in people.

:D

This time, Victor picked up the disease.

The guys are praising the God of Alcohol.
ViktoriaC strikes a pose.
and another.
AND another. 0_o

wahh.. worst than I am weh -_"

Camwhoring is orgasmic :p

Victor TRIED to do the trigger but somehow his finger ended up his nostril. -_"

******

Biggie,Joel,Uzz,I.
SeanLee,JoelLim,VictorC!
What can I say... I'm not photogenic.. its just that these other two.. aren't. nyehnyehnyehhh :p
Victor-has-splint-personalities and I

Biggie and I

Another candid by I don't know who.. but you can see my fried hair.

Anyone want to sponsor me a hair treatment session?

You could throw in an additional back massage too! *beams hopefully*

*******

So sorry about the lousy picture chronology..

Damn malas to drag the pics about.

Guess who I met as I was leaving though!

My old friend from LEO whom I haven't seen in ages, Miss Diane Ha

and FoonYee, one of my bestfriends during primary.

Small world eh? :D

After Passion closed at 3, we headed off to Devi's Corner for mamak.

By this time, Ali was freaking gone and mumbling nonsence the whole time.

Guess what he ordered?

Quadruple Maggie mee man.

And he finished it ALL 0_o

Confirm gain 5 kg the next day!

Hee! :D:D:D

Ps. Wahh... that was some major long assed picture post 0_o

sorry for the spelling errors, grammer and the likes... too lazy...

:D

Have a great weekend!

I recall the restless nights tossing in my bed, once upon a December.

Sleep was scarce, nights were spent staring fixatedly at my ceiling fan,

Rotating round and round and round.


I pretty much summed up that the cause of it all was my unhappiness with my then boyfriend.

So I broke up with him.


It didn't get better right away but it slowly improved.

Nightmares faded and I could sleep once more.


The cycle is repeating itself now.
Problem is, I don't have a boyfriend to breakup with and make my life easier.

So WHAT am I unhappy about?

Or is misery even the cause of this insomnia?

Answers are what I need now...
after sleep though.

Freedom.

What Does Freedom Smell Like?

To a child,
Freedom smells like getting to stay up past 12am to watch your favourite cartoon rerun on Cartoon Network.

To a dove,
Freedom smells like soaring through the infinite bright blue sky.

An overworked officeboy,
would claim freedom smells like a break from the office to walk through the lush green park... because the grass is always greener on the other side anyway.
*which in this case, would most likely be true. hee! :D*

To a crippled old man,
Freedom would be to stand on his own two feet and skip along the marigold spotted field.

To a person depressed,
Freedom would most likely mean death.
*which shouldn't be the case, nonono.*

To an insomaniac,
Freedom would be embracing a fitful slumber.

To a victim of bullies,
Freedom would be to break free and gain the power to stand up against them.

To someone who'se just got his or her heart broken,
Freedom would smell like the ability to love again without worrying,
The capability to cry and laugh once more without that tinge of sorrow.

To me?

Freedom smells like dancing to my favourite song without worrying about looking silly.

Freedom is being able to guzzle down ALL my favourite food without feeling full, nor get fat.

Freedom is the confidence to voice out whatever stupid thought I have in my head while not having to give two fucks about what others think.

Freedom smells like being independant by myself without needing ONE SPECIFIC GUY.
*friends are greatly, greatly appreciated though! : ))*

But right now,
Right at this very moment,

Freedom smells like a Sherve who is crazily sleepy and hasn't showered since morning.

And hell,
Freedom has never smelt so good.
*beams* :D

Flavour Of The Week

This was what I originally planned to tailor make for the upcoming HELP A-Levels Ball (29th June 2006).

Its a toga dress, silk satin and the darker gold thing you see is beading.

Notice I said ORIGINALLY.

Nope, I didn't get thaT design tailormade because most togas I've seen tailormade don't really fit well. MOST. I didn't want to take that risk though. Not worth it paying RM200 for an ugly dress when I can get a much nicer one outside for half the price, nO? : )

Well, I *DID* end up tailormaking another dress and I like how it turned out. Nothing fantabulous but simple and nice...

NO pictures, NO description :D

It'll be a surprisee : ))

*Okayy, not really thaT much of a surprise since some ppl already sort oF know how the dress looks like -_"*

But yeah, watch out for Ball pictures...

til then....

random pictures...

I'm blue da da dee da da dummm : )

Yesh, yesh.. kind of obvious I'm really into blue nowadays : p

My brother playing hide and seek. What an original place he choose. 0 : )
I've got a tie fetish... *earlynot so early Sunday morning afternoon... I just woke up*
This is how you do the Sultry Trigger. Hohohohoho!

LAST PAPER TOMORROW!!

CAN'T WAIT!! *gleegleegleegleegleegleegleeeeeeeeeeee**Ultimate Triple Kill Glee!*

Complicated

I used to be cynical when ex-boyfriends/guy friends tell me that women are complicated creatures.

If I had a dollar for ALL the questions I get somewhere along the line of the statements below, I'd be richer than Bill Gates.

"I asked her if she thought of me as more than a friend and she said MAYBE. How Sherve?? That's like.. between a yes and no! Girls are SO complicated.."

"She told me its okay for me if I go out with girl friends and I did! Now she's not talking to me! WTF!"

"I'm always telling her I love her and she told me not to, because, according to her, we CAN'T fall in love in such a short period *cue guy rolling eyes* What the hell is wrong with that?? She's telling me I CANNOT love her when my heart is clearly telling me I do? So how? Listen to her or my heart noW? !@#$"

" She was looking dismal so I asked what was wrong. She said nothing. Nothing, nothing lah.. I didn't really care. Then she got fucking pissed and yelled at me saying I don't care. Girls ahh.."


Like I said,
I USED to think that us girls weren't as complicated as guys liked to think.

"Its easy..." I'd answer.
"If she says nothing is wrong, obviously SOMETHING is wrong."

"How CAN you love her after just 1 month??? Its NOT love. Just infatuation. Tell your heart to shut up."

" You went out with your EX right? ex's are off limits with some chicks lah.. "

"If she said maybe.. She probably means yes lah. -_-"


Or if I was really fed up,
"Fuck it lahh! Just agree with everything she says. Tiu..."

I must have been oblivious or not thinking hard enough because,
hell was I wrong.


Women are WAYY more complex than you can ever envision.


Heck, I'm female and *I* don't understand my own erratic moodswings much less profess that I comprehand the whole intricate female species.

Us females are capricious creatures,
subjected to moodswings so ferocious they are comparable to the natural disasters mother nature hurls at the world.
*hey, why else would we call her "MOTHER" nature? She HAS to be female to cause all the unpredicted hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes and tsunamis*
Consequently, scientists have come up with amazingly advanced and complex gadgets to figure out exactly when disaster strikes.
For women, we have our "ovulation chart" where you actually can figure out when we're going to subject you*the boyfriend/brother/friend* to the torture of PMS induced tantrums.

However, despite the progress in Science and technology, it is still not possible to predict for sure when the "volcano" is going to erupt. It is way worst when women pull all sorts of stunts and blame every single moodswing on PMS and expect to be forgiven. *Yes, I admit.. I HAVE done that plenty of times in the past. :D*
Most of all, just like the forces of nature, our moodswings are agonizing if it is aimed at you but HELL more interesting than an episode of Desperate Housewives if you see someone else kena damn kau from his girlfriend. *haha! I'm sadistic.. sue me! :p*

At times,
I feel an immense need to be manja-ed and have a guy *someone I'm actually attracted to please ,thankyou.* tell me how beautiful/sexy/gorgeous I am. *hey layan a bit lah*
When that fleeting moment passes, I'll bite your head off with my sarcasm if you dare try anything funny.

At times,
it woULD be wise for you to agree with everything I say.
Then again,
Sometimes, I'll just find you TOO irritatingly daft with no personal view whatsoever because you actually DO agree with everything I say.

Sometimes,
when I say NO I actually mean YES.
However, it is not negligable that this applies to every single time I say NO.
I DO mean NO when I say NO too you know. *smirk* confused leh? :p

Sometimes,
I need to be pampered but sometimes I need to feel independant.

Really, if you're confused,
don't bother trying to figure out what I'm saying or anything about women for that matter unless you're looking forward to a giant headache and still being not much more informed as you were before because

I,
am woman.
*from that credit card TV Ad.. yeng leh! :D*

Being a lady is an attitude. ~Chuck Woolery, Love Connection

Insignificant

Have you ever had the feeling that when you're gone, no one will miss your trivial presence?

People will still go about their daily lives...

There are still 1234567890 people left in the world afterall.

So what are you waiting for?

Go on.

Die if you want to.

Cut.

Pop.

Or if you've been experimental your whole life,
Use one of Maddox's "How to Kill Yourself as a Man" methods.

Choose wisely though.
You only die once, afterall.
hurhurhur. : )

I Suck Blard

6.40am.

What do you do when,

You're nocturnal,

on coffee

Sick of studying

and too blah looking to camwhore?



Do it the Sherve way.

Cam-Ho your legs.
heehee! :D

Study Break.

HMM I just realised my legs are getting FAT and legs are supposedly the last area you gain weight.

Sei lohh. :p

Today I'll be sitting for my 2nd last paper.

I'm HELL unprepared but I don't BLARDY CARE COS AFTER TODAY I CAN RILEKS.

WHEE!!

Total freedom in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 days time.

Well,

for 3 months at least. : )

BLISS.

Tagged..

Because I got tagged by BudderflyxNatalie
and I'm not allowed to watch the Japan V Australia match : /
*because if I watch, brobro will want to watch as well and he can't cos he failed most his papers! hee! :D*


- The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different things about his/her perfect lover.
- Must mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.

blahblahblahblahblah... boring, boring... I'll do this *MY* way okay? :D

I won't deny it.

I AM Superficial.

Screw all those people who claim that
"Personality is ALL I'm looking for, really!"

When I say superficial, I don't meaN superficial like
he-must-be-goodlooking-superficial

or even

he-must-be-rich-superficial

Superficial means looking at the exterior and although I REALLY don't give two flying fucks whether or not he's rich or goodlooking *although if he WAS rich and good looking, it'd be a plusplus! :D*

I'm superficial in the sense that

My guy HAS to have an athletic body.
HAVEHAVEHAVEHAVEHAVE TO!

The epitome of male hunky-ness: Vin Diesel.

and I don't CARE if Travis *from Calvin Klien* stuffs his panties.

He IS STILL HOT.

*err... that sounded kind of wrong ackcherly :p*

It makes a difference whether you're athletic or not.

Bodies like these ARE NOT EASY TO COME BY okay!

I remember complaining about being fat sometime ago to a friend and he said,

"Why ARE you complaining? Don't complain. Go DO something about it if you really think you are."

Hell yeah he's right. I *still* complain though.

But hey.. at least I'm doing somehting about it when I feel *TOO* fat right? :D

Even if you're thin but do sports often, it IS noticable.

You'd look healthier and definately more attractive than if you stay in front of your computer 24/7

*who am I to talk... -_" I've been in front of the freaking computer almost every single waking hour.*

All the better if you work out that white boney arm of yours and that *one* pack. -_-

Subsequently, who can forget style and personal hygiene?

Girls, *and Guys, work with me for 5 seconds and imagine that you ARE a girl :p*

lets be honest.

Would you rather date:

Someone dressed like thIS.

ThiS.

OR....

This. -_"

I'm pretty sure whoever you picked,

It most probably wouldn't be Rob Schneider.

*unless you're some demented, deprived soul who gets turned on by weird kinky shit like guys dressed in girlie tops, then ignore the comment I made above. :p*

Style and hygiene IS extemely important.

Personally, I would never ever date a guy who doesn't shower for a week because

*insert goofy himbo voice*

"I can't! My team would lose if I do! Its *hyuk* a good luck ritual okayy babe?"

roighhTTT....

It'll also be good luck for everyone who does NOT have to date you EVER in that state.

LOSER.

Taking care of how you look is of utmost importance.

You might have GREAT features but if you fail to maintain a presentable image, you'd just look blah.

Take Britney for example.

*yeah.. I know.. She's not a guy but I juST had to put this up cos she's the most apt instance *

This is Britney BEFORE the baby and KFed.

I'd do her if I was a lesbian.

HOT.

and Britney AFTER?

Heck even if I was a straight guy who hasn't been getting any for 10 years,

I wouldn't screw her for nuts. -_"

*unless it was for the extra kinky-ness of doing a celebity*

no actually, scratch that.

I'd run 123456789123456789 miles if she came up to me in this state, naked.

Eew.

bad shape, bad shape.

Anyway,

I deviated from the main topic.

Mr Perfect MUST HAVE A DEEP, SEXY, MANLY VOICE

WUHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *bangs palms on table laughing*

*sorry guys, personal joke :p*

yeah well,

It IS a turn off if a guy has a higher pitched voice than yours.

and I *cough* haVE been told I have a pretty deep voice.

I LOVE husky voices though,

on guy oR girl alike.

There's this Destiny's Child Song, 'Stand Up' where halfway through the song, one of the girls go

"Hi honey."

I LOVELOVELOVELOVE the song because of that line okay!

Damn layan : ))

One of the niceST voices I've ever heard on a guy: Alex Band.

He could make me go weak just by his voice.

Doesn't hurt that he's oh-so-pretty-boy-good-looking too :D

Oh Look, I found a picture of him getting married.

WTF?!@!@ He's MARRIED???

How could he DO THIS TO ME!!!! *crycrycry*

handsoffhandsoffhandsoffhandsoffhandsofff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*cries some more*

I had NO IDEA he was even seeing anyone!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE divulge precious information. Thankew.

*sobs a bit more*

PerfectGuy must also be SMART-INTELLECTUAL-CEREBRAL-ERUDITE-KNOWLEDGEABLE-... with good English.

*if you HAVE heard of all the words above anD can come up with more words that mean the same, you probably fit the criteria :p*

He can't be TOO smart though.

I need a someone who is intellectually compatible with I am,

not some Einstein I probably won't even be able to understand.

PerfectGuy must have a sense of humour and know how to have FUN.

I prefer quiet humour though.

Maybe because I'm more of a noisy-bouncy-humour kind of person.

Guys who bounce too at this age however, are just.... wronG. -_-

I need someone to keep me grounded, someone who will keep check my self-indulgent juvenile fun instead of someone who does the same.

A guy who layans my slapstick humour but doesn't really do it himself.

Class clowns ARE funny but I'd never see myself dating one.

In addition,

Mr Perfect has to be able to

DRIVE and HAVE A CAR.

very, very the important I say.

I don't want a guy who *I* have to fetch around.

Another PerfectGuy quality would be ambitiousness, determination and diligence to get what he wants.

Well, if he wasn't perseverant I'd probably not like him in the first place.

HOHOHO :p

Ambition is ALWAYS sexy. Determination and hardwork to achieve that ambition even more so.

Maybe its because Daddy's a workaholic.

I read somewhere that a girl would find someone more attractive if his character matched that of her father's.

HMM.

One trait you CAN have to ensure I marry you right away is...

if your name happens to be Josh Hartnett..

or if you look like him :p

Damn hot right! RIGHT!!! :D

I loved him during Pearl Habour and continued the affair til now.

He-is-so-hot-until-can-die-I-don't-care-what-you-all-say-so-shut-up-if-you-don't-agree. :p

To see an extended list of my PrinceCharming traits,

*which I wrote last year, around this time*

check out WANTED: PRINCE CHARMING *click*

This post I wrote today is a very shallow one.

Of course PerfectGuy needs to have SO much more. :D

I might follow up this post... depends on demand though.

I TAG:

JunChinRumRaisins

AinSofia-just-bought-a-LAMB-bag-I-so-jealous

Thiathia-because-she-adores-Nakata-like-I-do-and-cannot-watch-like-me

WenNi-cos-she-blogs-so-often-confirm-see-this-and-blog :D

Jules-is-a-gay-grinning-monk-I-wanna-see-what-gay-grinning-monks-like

BryanChin-cos-long-time-nv-update

JoshuaLiew-who-I-hope-will-do-if-you-read-my-blog-and-I-LOVE-the-way-you-linked-me :D

Sam-Oh-oH!*said ICQ style* hee! :p

Honestly, no ones perfect.

I know I'm not.

Even if I *DO* find my MrPerfect,

Would he be willing to accept my eccentricity and put up with my bitchy-mood-swings?

What if whoever I think is perfect doesn't think I'M his MissRight?

I believe its a give and take situation though.

You can never, ever like every single trait of your partner.

Its whether you can put up with that vice of your partner in the long term.

One man's trash is anothers treasure.

Don't worry if your ex-boy/girlfriend/crush cannot stand the way you talk/walk/act.

There'll always be someone out there who will tolerate that bad habit or quirk of yours.

Maybe if you're lucky,

they might even love you for it.

When you find someone like that,

tell me so I can go snatch them for my own : p I'd quote Julian aka Mr Anonymous and ask you to "never let go and live everyday as though it were your last".

As for me,

I'll probably end up some old spinster single and successful until I find someone whom I can love and not get TOO eew-ed off at their bad habits and weirdness.

I'm just too picky : )

I seem to find a tragic flaw *for the future relationship anyway* in everyone who tries that puts me offoffoff.

Til I find MY special someone, you can apply for the job. : ))

Send a resume.

Hah!

LALALALALAAAA

BTW, I didn't mention the gender of my ideal partner did I?

I wouldn't mind having some girl-on-girl action.

Like I told WeeLi and Alina at college today,

"I want to have AT LEAST ONE lesbian relationship before I get married."

HAHAAHA

Goodnight people.

No poser pic today.

Damnchatugly lah :D

Being A Math Teacher Drains your Humour

This morning afternoon,
I woke up and waddled downstairs at 2pm to take my usual yummy-favouritest-Sunday Nasi Lemak campur beef redang campur lala.
*damn yummy okay!*

Mom saw me and stretched her arms going

"Its so chilly today eh?"

"MOM Its Malaysia and its the middle of the DAY! Are you sick or something? -_" "

"Eh! Its London! Of course its chilly! *bursts out laughing*"

-_" -_" -_"

If you didn't get the joke,
don't worry...
Took a while for it to register for me too.

You see,
I've been sleeping at 7am and waking up at around 2-3pm nowadays,
So mom jokes that I'm already in London and I don't know why but it seems to be the funniest thing on Earth to her at the moment.

Another "joke" that she tells anyone willing to listen,

"If Sher Vin goes to UK, she won't suffer from jetlag."

Oh shit... I'm starting to find that line funny 0_o
hurhurhurr.. save me..

My sense of humour must be going down the drain. :p


I told Joe what mommy said.

"Mom said it was chilly today."

"Huh? Why? Its not raining."

"Exactly! She said that we were in London."

"WTF? 0_o"

"No.. Its just cos I sleep so late and wake up even later.. So she claims that I'm in London already."

"HAHAHAHAAA!!! You don't know mer? Mommy's sense of humour is too DEEP for us to catch."

Blogger has been blah lately and I can't post pictures.

Oh well -_".

And there's a scheduled shortage in 20 minutes or so, therefore this is going to be a short short post. :D

Mommy went for a wedding so it was only Dad, brobro and littlesis sitting down for dinner.

Anyway, Dad was telling us about this rape case that happened at the condos behind KBU.

Apparently, this man saw 3 Indonesian men trying to steal his car tires and shouted.
The men started chasing after him and drove him to his bank account where they only found RM150. *a bit the little considering the fact that he's living in BU condos, no? :p*

The Indon men were pissed off and drove this man somewhere in the middle of nowhere, beat him up and took all the belongings he had off him.

They found his housekey there too so they went to his apartment where they gang raped the guy's girlfriend who was sleeping for two and a half hours.

"Sher Vin, you better not come home so late anymore.. They might ambush you one day."

"Right."

"Pa! Did the girl know that the men were there?"

"Fuck! You damn stupid lah! You think everyone like you mer? Kena fuck also dunno whats happening... Your hole too loose de lah!"


Ahh.. the joys of eating with my siblings.
:D

I'm going to miss all these when I jet set to UK.

Or will I not?

HMm.

Alkeehol Post

I had meant to update my blog sometime on Monday.

Unfortunately, there was also a biG my FINAL Mechanics exam to study for.

And yes,

Skipping lectures + (Not being consistent with my work x Procrastinating) = HAILAT.COM

That's just one of the equations I learnt while struggling to finish my syllabus at 5am in the morning the day OF the exam. -_"

Thank YOU to ALL who helped me, especially Edwina. ; )

I'd love mentioning everyone's names but that would take up a whole page. :D

I appreciate all your help sososososo much.

On another note,

MR ANONYMOUS was nice enough to offer to do ANYTHING.

Normally, a statement like this would ensure a flash of "Tiffany's-Tiffany's-Tiffany's-Tiffany's-Tiffany's-ShoppingSpree-ShoppingSpree-ShoppingSpree-Cookiesandcreamicecream-Cookiesandcreamicecream-Salmon-Salmon-Salmon" through my simple head.

All the mechanics I was doing must have messed it up a little though.

"Okay! Update my blog!"

"WHAT? How do you want me to update it? About whaT?"

"Whatever you want... BUT make yourself anonymous and REMEMBER to state that you aren't me okay... I don't want people mistaking you for me."

His post turned out better than expected though

Thank yoU, Mr Anonymous for making me smile amidst all my fucking stressful Mechanics questions.

My reaction while reading "Worries":

Writing well with an extensive range of the English vocabulary is only ONE out of Mr Anonymous's amazing credentials.

He:

1. Ballroom dances

2. Cooks

3. Plays Jazz Piano

4. Loves God and his family

5. Fucken' smart

6. REALLY knows how to have fun

7. Straight, Bordering Metrosexual... Just a teeny bit. :D

8. Okay.. he might sound gay so far *which is what I thought too, so you're forgiven :p* but he also plays rugby for his college and a whole wide range of sport.

Introducing, Mr Anonymous.

He's the Asian btw and currently studying in Sydney. :D

and he might be gay a little scrawny and look like a grinning Shaolin monk but most daddy's aren't the best looking too, are they?

and good looking guys aRE harder to maintain.

So hound him girls:

JULIAN LAM*click*

or check him out at Friendster*click*

Yes, he's single and available,

so make a move before I get him its too late.

hee! :D

Moving on,

I've always wondered what guys do during sleepovers.

Girls gossip the night away, watch tear jerkers/scary movies, do each others hair/nails/makeup, make prank calls etc.

But guys?

I have no idea about the majority but this is what my brother and his friend SerSiang did last night at my place.

This is a teeny portion of my dad's alcohol collection. Mostly whisky me thinks. It's usually safe from us cos I'm allergic to alcohol and little-sis-is-too-young-to-drink.

Brobro weaves a different story though.

He takes little sips out of bottles so that my dad won't notice.

Daddy also has miniature alcohol bottles *these are the ones brobro drinks from -_"*

Anyway,

brobro came up with the brightest idea to get high.

"Eh SerSiang! lets drink."

"Really meh..."

"Yeah lah! Don't worry... Nothing one"

"If your mom comes down later she say I influence you die right?"

It really IS a miracle how my mom is so oblivious and thinks that people influence my brother rather than the other way round.

"Eh! You guys wanna drink? Come, come.. I make cocktails for you guys!"

*beams at the prospect of having something interesting to do*

So yea,

PLAN ALKEEHOLSer Siang with the mini JD Black Label.

Tralalalalaaa...

Well basically,

we used Ribena and 100plus.

At first, I wanted to use Nutrigen.

"OI! Don't be stupid! Nutrigen meh! Like small kid only!"

"OKAY FINE. But not like our house has anything better right?"

"Use milk!"

Correct me if I am wrong, but does milk actually go with JD?? 0_o

and WTH.. Nutrigen is NOT more childish than milk okay!

Then,

brobro came up with this brilliant to make a Flaming-whatever-its-name.

He freaking used my mom's stove lighter okay!

After it caught fire, brobro looked into the glass and said

"Eh! got oil lah! I don't want to drink de... I'll pour this."

-_" Wasting only ah..

SerSiang and brobro downed their drinks

"Eh Joe! Drink fast fast! Like you're throat burning only one! Damn cool!"

I got them to do the trigger pose.

Unfortunately, they just look like two naughty small kids who did something wrong and keeping hushhush the pictures of good boys in libraries asking people not to make noise.

-_-

I am still the expert at Trigger lah.

hehehehe damn layan.

:D

Worries

Middle of the year. Its already June 2006. Time flies by doesn't it. Btw...i'm a guest blogger for Sherve, I'm a guy...and *not* Sherve. Thats all i'm allowed to tell you.

Myself being an amatuer blogger, its gonna be hard to compete with dear 'ol Sherve, who seems to has turned blogging into something of a tabloid in the trend of Womens Weekly or Seventeen. With trademark poses like "the trigger" (i mean...how does a normal blogger compete with that) Sherve has become slightly protective of her territory. Which means my guest blogging has been subject to certain restrictions.
i) Anonymity (She scared la i steal her readership..=p)
ii) No pictures (In accordance with anonymity)
iii) Nothing too intellectual (Sherve=bimbo..hee...=) )

OOkay....now...to blogging. I assume that most of her readers are her age hence going through exams at the moment non? Ahh...the rigours of exam period. Its a wonderful time of the year...all the women put on weight *looks pointedly at sherve* and become particularly cranky...with exclamations of "I'm gonna fail! I haven't studied!" (With they're "haven't study" still whooping my arse come results time).

But hey...thats women for you. I suppose it isn't really they're fault...genetically they're just predisposed to be worry-warts. Like the time u ate some dirt when u were a kid...and dad just points at u and laughs saying "HAHAH! stupid!" and then when mum finds out she sends u to the hospital to get ur stomach pumped. Which brings me to the subject of discussion...women and their worries. I don't profess to be an expert, so whatever i say can or should be dismissed summarily. Just observations.

Women worry...about everything...particularly relationships....Much as all women deny it they all have a list as long as my third leg..urm i mean foot...about the criteria's men have to fill before they consider the poor bloke. Money and looks seem high up on the list, with nice guys usually finishing last. (Sorry boys...it is true...bad boys get away with *everything* the chicks, the money, the glory) They'll say la "No la...as long as he loves me". What they fail to tell you is that "love" can mean alot of things. Now u understand i'm risking my life here, exposing womens secrets...luckily its an anonymous post eh...=p *looks around for angry women*

Women also worry dramatically about their weight. They complain about being 50 kilos and looking like baby elephants/hippo/fat animal when they look perfectly fine. That being said, they'll complian complain all...and then go gorge themselves on things like maggie mee and chocolate in the middle of the night. And have weird cravings like stuffed mushrooms at 3 in the bloody morning...Women...simple theory...if input>output, waist circumference will increase. So gorge all u want, but go for a walk everyday and u'll be fine. ya'll go makan...then sleep...nuff said. =p

women also worry about their skin...how often have u heard "I'M BREAKING OUT!!" and u expect to see someone looking like they've just stuck their head into a beehive..and all u see is a solitary zit. As in one. Singular. And they panic like its the end of the world...women...*smacks head*

Now to the women out there, just a tip...if u can make a guy feel like he's worth something to someone, you'll have him eating out of your hand. I'm not saying to compliment outrageously...its just that us blokes are simple creatures. You need to tell us what u like...we aren't psychic...and its hard to guess what women like. For men its easy...we love football, alcohol and women (not necessarily in that order). All women are different...some love ice-cream...some love chocolate. And the scary thing is no 2 women are the same. So it makes things for guys difficult to say the least.

You tell us what u like. We *somehow* remember it (not saying we will-but it may happen). We make u happy...u appreciate us, and alls well in the world. Everyone loves to be appreciated. More so guys...we do have egos the size of a small shopping mall. We want to love you...its just that you sometimes make it seem that you don't want to be loved. I know...i know..."Sometimes people put up walls not to keep others out...but to see who cares enough to knock them down". Not everyones that resilient...if u see a guy make an effort...and u *sorta* like the guy...please make ur wall foundations a little weaker please (just a tad)...=p Makes sweeping off the feet alot easier if I don't have to use a tractor to knock down the perrenial bulwark. =)

Find someone to love...and when you do, never let go and live everyday as though it were your last. =)

I got a call from Christian Chia this morning.

He picked Bristol as his first choice Uni too!

Wheee :)

So far, Bristol kakis' are

Elaine Heung
Law Jun Chin
Chris
and
little ol me. *beams*


Yay!!! We're gonna have so much fun partying studying together.
hee! :D

That is, IF we meet our conditional offers.
*prays that all of us do*


I was talking to Jun Chin online.

"Eh! This girl from Singapore e-mailed me telling me her boyfriend is going to Bristol too!"

"WHAT!!! How come no one e-mails me to tell me they're going to Bristol? :( I want E-mails from people telling me they're going to Bristol too!"

HAHA

Damn jobless...
I'm kiasu and I like people e-mailing me.

Cannot issit? :p


Okay.. I shall go study my Mechanics so that I can get to Bristol and become someone succesful in the future. *blablablablablaablablabalabla.*

Tuts peeps. : ))

Forever21!

Laundry

Thursday night was spent at

Laundry@ Curve

and this is what I wore.

My Supre dress from Australia! Wheee! :D

They had live bands there playing all sorts of music,

mainly Jazz

apparently, They're going to have this "live band" thing every Thursday.

Mmm... I like! : )

New chillout place. Near my house too!

Whee!! : ))

The price for drinks (mainly cocktails) are around the same as Souled Out.

Not toO bad.. considering we get free GOOD live music.

I've got a new favourite pose.

I call it...Trigger. *gleeglee*

with Mazzy-is-so-sexy.

with Jer-who-LOVES-Guns-and-Roses.

Sabrina-Chan-The-not-so-Teenage-Witch :p

Damn syok sendiri with my Trigger pose.

Wuahahahahahahah *beams*

I spent the night camwhoring around as usual.

Sabrina

gets extremely jolly around Azraai and Ananda.


Azraai. Yes, my face is red. -_"

Bil-reminds me of Kelly Rowland : )

My two bestest best friends who will remain so forever and ever were there too.

Elaine-bigfoot and Shwuch Ching $$$ :p

Shwuch and I get red on alcohol REALLY fast.

Elaine blogs.

Shuwch drove me there! *I have to rely on people since I can't drive anymore -_"*

I love them. : )

with Aina trying to do slutty. hee! :D


*we are sweet. we are sweet. we are sweet.*

fuck err.. maybe not. 0 : )

OMFG. I look so gone. Aina was more tipsy than I was though. Cannot see right? Yeekkkk -_" I hate my skin.


The Aina with The Mazzy.

ChunKiat was sitting next to me half the night so he had to layan my camwhoring. Thats my sweet and demure look btw. 0 : )


I love my dresss!!!!*pose*pose*pose*

Then, Azam got hold of the camera and went trigger happy.

He took all these random candid pictures which you probably can catch at Mazrah's blog when she updates it. *she hasn't posted them YET. :p*

I look like a neon traffic light. : (

Thats Azam with the camera.

Azam is crazy. He ordered beer with Aina and Azraai with no money whatsoever on him. I still think beer sucks. :p

This is why I don't drink. I get violent. VERY violent. 0:p

The Sherve.The Bil. The Mazzy. The Sab.

Bil. Ananda.

Chun Kiat and Jer.

I also met the famous blogger Paul Tan. I'm starstruck.

He's REAL afterall!! *eyes wide open*

And also one of the guest performers of the night.

Kevin Broken Scar likes DJ girls. :D

his voice is like Alex Band's weh.. powerful. Go download his MP3's from his site *click*

You can also pirate his music off buy his ORIGINAL album at selected music stores. I think it says where on his webpage.

ALDA! WHERE WERE YOU!?

Conclusively, it was a good night.

Can't wait to party moRE after exams!

Ps. Did I mention that I LOVE my Supre dress? 0:p

*gleeglee!*

Goodnight people : )

Plastic

Conversation over dinner last night consisted of littler-but-a-bit-bigger-sized-in-more-ways-than-one-sis whining that she wanted to get plastic surgery done for double eyelids and also surgery to remove the moles on her face.

"Ma! I hate you! Why did you give your eyes to kor but not to me!?!"

Daddy interjected playfully.

"Eyes only mar... Nothing plastic surgery can't fix. You can go if you want."

*eyes glimmering* "REALLY! YAY!"

"Yes, but you wait til you're fully grown."

" OMG! Unfairness! How come *SHE* gets plastic surgery and *I* don'T?? 0_o"

"What do you want to fix? Your eyes are nice enough. -_-"

"My ears!!! They stick out! People tease me okay! I've been emotionally scarred because of my ears. They call me elf, Legolas lah, smeagol lah, goblin, yadaydyadyada..": (

"Your ears stick out? I never noticed. See?"

At this point, I pull my hair back.

"SEE!! They stick out! The horrible-ness! " *boohoo :p*

Everyone stopped talking for a minute until Daddy exclaimed to Mommy

"Wah.. her ears are quite nice hor... Very big."


I guess one man's smeagol is another's fairy afterall.

and if Daddy's paying for it,
I don't think I'll ever get to get my ears fixed.

*sighs in resignation*