I've migrated!

I have shifted over to Wordpress! So change your links peepz!


http://cherrieluv.wordpress.com/


I know it's unimaginative lar... It's actually to save you the hassle of remembering my new blog site. =D See, I'm such a nice person. xD

Migration in progress...

Will be emo-ing over at my wordpress blog for the time-being. Might consider shifting over for good. Find me if you can.

If you can't, you can always ask me if you miss reading my nonsense.

Horror of horrors

Note: Created a new friend test. Go see how well you'd score! ;)


It's been 2 years. I thought I'd finally put it behind me. All the nightmares, all the headaches, all the suffering. But, I should have known better. I should have known that I wouldn't be so lucky. Lucky things just don't happen to a girl like me. I seems to be destined to eternal doom, without the chance to escape, ever.

Yes, it's come back to haunt me again. Determined to make my life more of a mess than it already is. Mathematics. No, not just Mathematics. It's Additional Mathematics. Doesn't matter if they give it a different name like Mathematics for Business and Social Sciences, there's no need for the smoke screen effect, I can recognise what is Add Maths from a mile away. When I'd finished the dreaded Add Maths paper for my SPM two years ago, I thought that that would be the end of my sufferings, I'd no longer have to slave over a bunch of numbers and weird symbols, trying to make sense of it. Apparently, I. Was. So. Damn. Wrong.

I had always struggled with Add Maths ever since I was in Form 4. I was 15 then. Fast forward 3 years later, I still suck at it. Mathematics is not for a person like me. I can never fully comprehend the 'joy' and 'excitement' that some claim to feel when they managed to solve a particularly challenging Mathematical equation. All I would feel is "Oh finally! Now let's move on..." I would rather write you 5 essays instead of solving 20 Add Maths equations at any given day.

Imagine the shock I felt today when the lecturer stepped into the class and started giving out Maths notes and questions and started blabbing about formulas and what-nots. I nearly died when I looked at my so-called lecture notes. An inch thick of papers, all filled with Mathematics equations, in ENGLISH! Did I mention that in my 18 years of life I had only ever learned Maths in Mandarin and Malay? All the terms and stuff were completely in English this time around. Which means I have to start learning all over again. Great. Fantastic. I can hardly wait for this semester to end. Let's just hope I can pass so I would be able to get to degree year without any problems.

Oh, I should tell you something funny about my Maths lecturer. He's this guy around his late-forties (I'm only guessing-lah of course, I wanted to say fifties but...that seems kinda mean, what if he just looks old? =x) and at first glance, looks just like your normal typical lecturer. But when he opens his mouth, it just cracks me up. No, it's not because he's a joker. It's the way he talks. He ar, he talk ar, like this wan ar, so ar, you can count ar, how many times ar, he says 'ar' in one sentence. He also seems to be seriously lacking basic computer knowledge. That guy doesn't even know how to scroll down the document! "Oh...there's an arrow here...so when I want to scroll down ar, I press this..." HAHAHAHAHA! Now tell me how does that not crack you up?

Sorry, I'm a bit mental. You know, the shock and everything...


It's been awhile since I last camwhored. So there. =D

Emo

Emo post. Just leave.



Emo-ing now. Funny how my mood can change within seconds. Why am I so weak? Why do I keep getting affected by these things over and over again? Everytime, it's the same old thing. Yet, I am unable to control myself. I hate this feeling! My insides are squished to the extent of making breathing seems like a chore. I hate myself. *slitswrist*

It's just a stupid thing! Get over it already stupid girl. Get over it!! Forget it. I wish I could. Why does it bother me so much anyway? It's not like I didn't know it before. It's just that when I see it out in the open, it still bothers me so much that I feel like a total complete loser. Argh...perhaps carbon monoxide would really help solve my crappy problems once and for all. Gawd I hate my life.

Why the fuck did I get involved in this mess in the first place. Fuck it all. I need a hug. Maybe I should just go die instead. Whatever.

A minus? MINUS???

I am so, so, beat. I need sleep. Now. Just a short update.

Had fun with my friends today. It's been quite awhile since we last had so much fun together. But now my hands and legs are aching. -.-''

Finally got back my finals' results. Wasn't too bad. Wasn't too good either. My GPA this semester is 3.50, slightly better than last semester. Sigh, but whyyyyy A minus. T_T Why can't they just gimme an A instead. *emos*

Anyway, off to bed! Ciaoz!



[update]

Okay fine, I got 1 measly tiny A this semester. I couldn't help but wonder if I could've gotten higher if I actually tried studying for the two other subjects that I got A- for. Sigh. Too late to regret now.

Got a B for my Marketing. Well, it was actually better than what I'd expected since I didn't really bother studying for the paper. And I never liked the subject much anyway. *shrugs* Was kinda surprised that I'd gotten a B+ for my Sociology paper though. Considering the fact that I'd never even bothered to listen to the stupid lecturer in class before.

Starting class again on Tuesday. Last semester of my foundation year. On the bright side, there's only two subjects since it's a short semester. 7 more weeks and I'll be off to my degree year. I'm still thinking of switching to PR. Can't seem to make up my mind just yet. Ah well... =S

[/update]

Think your job is lousy?

Well, think again!

Ever heard of flatus odor judge? No? Don't think you'd have heard of it anyway. I certainly never did. Until now, that is.

Flatus odor judge. A.k.a. fart analyzer. At least, that's how I perceive it to be. Like the name suggests, a flatus odor judge actually analyzes people's farts and rates how smelly they are. I am dead serious. Seriously, I am.

If you don't believe me, or wishes to have a more detailed description of people who analyzes farts. Go on ahead to this website and check it out. They also have a list of other jobs that stinks (pun intended).


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Found another interesting site. Thought I'd share it with you guys.






They have tons of cute pictures like that in their site. All I can say is, KIUT!!


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Going to Sunway Lagoon tomorrow with my course mates. I'm supposed to sleep now so that I can wake up at 9am tomorrow. Ugh...did I mention my bedtime is actually 8am? That means if I were to sleep at my 'normal' bedtime, I would have a grand total of one hour's sleep. Great.

I don't give a damn

You know what? I think I'm sick of him already. Yea, again.

Really sick of him. Out of sight, out of mind. Good riddance.






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I seriously need a life

Note: The only thing stopping me from moving over to wordpress is the un-userfriendiless of it. Or maybe I'm just more used to Blogger's interface. Anyhow, too many buttons and stuffs confuses a technology-retard like me. And I don't like being confused. Nah-ah. Not to mention the various restrictions that wordpress enforces. Grr...



End of second week of my holiday. And I haven't been anywhere interesting save for KL Tower last week. Or last month, to be exact. Goodness, why is my holiday such a bore. T_T

And I haven't been blogging much either. Weird, considering that I sleep at almost sunrise these days. Not that I'd have much to blog about anyway. Who would wanna read about my wake up, eat, rot, sleep, wake up, eat, rot, sleep routine right? I might even be convicted of homicide should someone die of boredom while reading my blog. *GASP* The horror! *shudders*

I'm going through the average of 2 books per day now. Which is a bad thing. Considering that I don't even have a lot of books to start with. And now I'm running out of things to do when I'm rotting in the wee hours of morning while waiting for sleep to overcome me. Sighness...

Funny how people can find things to blog about every single day. Either their lives are incredibly exciting, or they have this amazing ability write long-ass entries about mundane boring things that happened every day. For me, well, let's just say on a scale of 1 to 10, my life isn't exactly gonna be rated a 10 in the 'exciting' department. I'm also incapable of crapping nonstop about nothing. Though this entry might prove otherwise. (Heh...)

Point is, there really isn't one. Point I mean. My life has no point, my holiday has no point. Gosh, I feel so pointless now. =.= Point point point. Great, now I'm just insane. And lame. And I guess I should probably go curl up in my bed hoping to fall asleep soon.

Oh yes, I can't wait for my finals' results to be out. Seriously, I even had a nightmare about it yesterday. I'd much rather get it over with than to endure the suspense.

He never fails to make me smile

Had a chat with an old friend today. Knew him since last year, while he was still a her to me.

Confused? xP

I actually thought he was a girl. After more than half a year of living under the impression that he was a girl, he finally told me he's actually a guy. Imagine the shock!

So anyway, he's only 15. And he's cute. As in personality-lah... Most importantly, he makes me smile.

Thanks reez. =)

Friends forever.



p/s: Oh and he wants me to tell you that he's handsome.