Sharkie is happy that exams are over, for the time being at least. But Sharkie isn't happy that she has just screwed up her Lit paper. But Sharkie is happy that she screwed the paper with grace and style, excluding stupidity. So kudos to Sharkie! Sharkie is scared for the PTM when results are given out, because Sharkie's parents will want to see Sharkie's tutors. And tutors wanna see everybody's parents, so there you have it! Sharkie is suffering from a post-exam depression, because Sharkie seems to be having nightmares about papers eating her up (not that Sharkie minds being eaten up by papers, of course!). Sharkie's hope for the time being is to meet Mark from Ugly Betty. Mark! Your "Yummy!" voice is really sexy and so GAY! Sharkie loves it lots!

Sharkie wants to go watch teevee now, cos she hasn't watched teevee since two weeks ago! Buhbye peepople!

GP and Econs down! :) Three more papers to go, and I can relax a bit. So anyways, the AQ was really dumb, I think. They asked, "How far do you think Singapore is a great city?" And obviously, I had to say that it's to a large extent, though deep down, I think I thought likewise. Haha. That's like asking us to be real patriotic and praise Singapore and all that stuff, but I remember writing down that we won accolades and awards for Changi Airport (see? reading adverts help in GP!). :) :) :) I thought the compre was way easier than the essay, which is really weird cos I hate compre. Lol. Sometimes I think I contradict myself so much that it drives me nuts eventually. So anyways, today, had Econs paper, and believe me, it was cold in the LT. Like, I don't even bring my sweater along, and at some points in time, I think my finger froze. A bit only la. Not that severe. Thank God I didn't have a brainfreeze. The case study was alright, the essay was, well, I won't say much, but it was an organized systematic disaster. I plan my essay though! I should really get marks for planning alone.

Math tomorrow, afternoon paper! Yeay! At least I can steal some of the time to memorize some little chunks of History. Dammit. I am planning to get at least Cs for this year's midyears. Hopefully everything's gonna turn out the way I want it to be. I can't screw history. Cos you know why? My history tutor is my PD tutor! And she'll be meeting my parents! (not mine alone).

My neck hurts. Screw it. Like, hello neck? Yeah. If you want to break, go break it properly! Don't just stay there and give me pain! Break it!

And oh, on the way home just now, there's this black car coming into the school, and I was at the road divider with Fana. I think I spread out my arms and said, "Kill Me!", and during which, Fana 'came to my rescue' and said, "I don't wanna be the second-degree murderer." Whatever.

Everyone is out watching Elmo and his friends at Downtown East while I'm here at home with my parents and grandmother. Oh finally, there's some peace in the house. Thank heavens for that! So anyways, I did a substantial amount of Math, and almost on my way to completion! Hooray yahoo! But I'm still worried, somewhat insecure. I don't know why, maybe I'm stressed or something. Ohhhh my...

So anyways, found out that one of my cousins is into off-road racing. Actually, I don't really expect that of him, since, well, he looks like the kind of person who sticks around in mosques and do what-nots. I think he's a really cool dude, come to think of it. He said that whenever he went for his off-road biking activities (it's with motorbikes), he sees this group of illegal immigrants, and he even took photos of them! But I don't know what's their fate now, cos according to him, they always run away when they hear motorbikes coming their way. Lol. If I were them, I would just play it cool and pretend nothing's happen. Gotta face the music, man. Gotta face the music...

I read this article a few weeks back about this pair of sisters who have 16,000 friends on Friendster. That's foolish. I bet they don't even know 90% of the 'friends' at all! Really stupid, I must add. Like, they dress skimpily and they get profile views and they add friends? Thank God I don't have friends like that.

I really must go. Cos I feel so sticky and it's time for the evening bath!

And please save the Earth, people! Climate change! The situation has to be that serious if there's a Saturday special on climate change! Go!

Today's Saturday, tomorrow's Sunday, the day after that is a MONDAY.

Oh shoottsssss...where did the holidays go? You mean school's starting in 48 hours? That's really depressing, because, let me see, I have to cram in thousands of many other chapters and lots more facts into my already 3/4 used-up brain with God-knows-what-things. I need an extra 600GB more space, please! I don't feel any better that I'm sitting here, trying to revise, hoping that I can finish everything before Monday, because obviously, that won't happen. I just know. Ok, chill. Others are feeling pretty much the same way, so I can't complain. But still?! I don't believe this.

I better shoot myself in the head if I fail all my subjects. This is getting waaaaayyyy too serious.

I am very pissed with certain Singaporeans right now. Like really, I can totally understand why we are falling short in the service sectors. I have made enough observations to come up with this conclusion that some of us belong to the bunch of impolite people. Let's draw from certain examples, yeah? My own personal examples. Like that day, I was waiting for the lift, and there was this man who is around his mid-50s, who was also waiting for the lift. I was carrying a lot of things, plus, I was holding my kid brother's hand. So anyways, this particular old man, went into the lift first, and I thought that he is going to press the door open button, but oh no he didn't. HE JUST STOOD IN ONE CORNER OF THE LIFT, WAITING FOR ME AND MY BROTHER TO ENTER, AND JUST CROSSED HIS ARMS. Ah bloody hell. I was maniacally cursing this man, because my finger nearly died because of his 'oblivion'. Like you freaking toot, you know where the door open button is, unless you lived in a bungalow for millions of years and have never taken a lift before in your entire life, in which case, I consider it a very feeble excuse, but hello?! If you don't know where the heck the button is, you can ask, isn't it? Or, you can just press the button at the outside of the lift, and wait for me to enter FIRST, because you knew where the button is. Damn it. I just felt like stepping on this old man. Sheesh. Makes me mad, them all. I hate his attitude, and I hate the man. Another thing, I hate Singaporeans who just blatantly dig their noses in public, making it look like they enjoyed it so very much. Like, omg, Singapore is a public area. You can't indulge in your own personal pleasures here, you know. Especially the old men. The apeks, more like it. It's bad enough that you have absolutely zero fashion sense, with that singlet shirt and ugly boxers, and you have to dig your noses?! Tsk. It's dirty, and I'm sure everyone is turned off by your senseless attitude and your disgusting actions. Go somewhere to dig your noses lah! Don't do it in public can?!

In any case, if anyone who belonged to the species above reads this, take heed. Cos if you don't, one day, I will become a lawyer, and I'll make sure I eliminate you people from our society. And I'm going to press forward the Civics and Moral Education even more, so all I've to say is, BE PREPARED!

She wants to get out. Get out of this entire hellish life she's living. She's sick of seeing so many F's on her report card, she's sick of being pretty bloated all the time, she's sick of the people she's hanging out with. She wants to be with Him. She wants to be with him. Especially Him. And him. She misses them both. At times, she feels like everything is turning against her. She wants to retire, but she can't. She is too scared to make anybody unhappy. She knows that she can't possibly please everybody, but she feels a weird obligation. She thinks she is suffering from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. But she cannot place her fears anywhere. It is intangible, untouchable, incurable. She feels squeamish, with worms in her stomach. She doesn't understand a word she is reading, she can't touch anything that wants to be touched, she feels light suddenly, but she can't fly. There is only one thing refraining her from doing whatever she wants, to be out of this state of limbo: FEAR. The four-letter word that harms her brains, intoxicating, ugly. She has to overcome that first, but how? She needs the help of the one and only person who's been through everything with her.

The tides has changed. It is time now.

Esfahaaannnn!!! Kiyamul aisyhrin fustahanni biyal! Wa syamsulitalkitash ria'maliwaita min'zuriyaat!

I'm backkk!!! After so long, I finally managed to get refreshed, but erm, perhaps not recharged yet. I won't enclose which part of the earth I went to, but it certainly was one of the best holidays yet! Plus, plus, I got darker, cos I swam like a lot. Anyways, the biggest grouse I had was that at this particular food centre which I ate, there were like thousands of little kittens and cats. Okay, make them fifteen. I counted. There was even this little undeveloped kitten, really small that it prolly can fit into the palm of my hand, and boy, what a sound it makes! I was too disgusted, and all appetite to chow down food was soon lost. Yes, it was that serious. There were cats and kittens everywhere! And I think these creatures are smart. I think they know that I don't really favour cats, and they purposely walk around my legs. Grrr...like I can step on you and I don't even care, you know. But of course, I didn't murder anything, cos that would totally spoil my holiday. The food was stupendous. And I gotta say this, I think the hotel is partly haunted, cos during the second night, I awoke at around 3 am, and I heard somebody adjusted the air-con, cos you can hear the clicking sound. It was weird, and the light wasn't even on! I just froze, literally and metaphorically. And the next thing I did was to reach for the remote control, switched on the teevee, and watch Disney channel, with hope that the 'person' would fly away. Lol. I kid you not! Looking back, maybe I shouldn't have done that. Maybe I should have screamed. Haha. But hey, I'm no screamer. :D Another unfortunate thing which happened was my bead bracelet broke - at the carpark - at night! I had to crawl underneath people's cars to reach for the teeny weeny beads. Tsk tsk. I should win a medal for the craziest spastic 'papua' on earth. Tsk. Paile paile. Krinchana...

Okay wokays, grandma needs my help in the kitchen! Toodly woodlyy toots, you toots!

My cousins just left. It was kinda sad, seeing how we've spent the past three days together, shopping, living under the same roof, eating out, etc. But anyhoos, I'll treasure these three days as one of the bestest days of this year, cos firstly, I 'made a bet' with Angah that my name will rise faster than him in the music industry. He's gonna be the Next Amy Search, and I'll be the next, well, Shakirah. Lol. And and, I got to see his makwe's (girl's) face! She is rather ordinary, not that glamorous, but sweet in a chubby wubby kinda way (God, hope Angah doesn't read this!) He sang this ultra horrid rock song, which I thought I sang better anyday. Syahirah was really cute! When she asked what we wore for school, I told her, "Skirt and blouse." She was gaping. Like, she had this face that says, "Whoa! Bestnye!" Ok, I get it. I guess studying in Malaysia and wearing baju kurung for dunno-how-many-years kind of bore them students. She saw my school uniform (the AJ one), and she said it was rather prettaye. I couldn't agree with that, cos I think the uniform sucks. And Helmi the Uda, was really funny. He tried to melt the ice from the ice kacang, which was pretty weird. I swear, my cousins have weird eating habits! Angah tried to mix tomato and chilli sauce together, with curry! Oh-am-gee (Credits: Fitrah)! And Uda still said, "Nasib baik tak ada orang lagi macam Angah yang buat macam ni. Memang sudah di'confirm'kan!" ("Luckily there's no one like Angah who's gonna turn out like him! It's confirmed!") Lol. And Angah bought Gundam seed toys, despite the fact that he's 19, Uda bought a jersey, and Syahirah bought a ring. And I didn't get for myself anything! Boo!

I wish I can see my cousins soon! Again!!!!

Some cousins from across the Causeway came today, and they are gonna stay here for four days. But they didn't bring along their eldest brother. Apparently Along (that's what we call him) is working on a ship, being the chef there. Imagine that! Cooking on a ship! That's not gonna be my forte, I just knew it. Angah (real name: Haziq. Who's like a year older than me and studies at UITM) kept sleeping the whole day. Like woah. Really, man. And he's quiet. Uda (real name: Helmi), on the other hand, roamed the estate, and I suspect he was lost somewhere, which is why he took so long. Bungsu (real name: Syahirah) was quiet. She hardly talks. Tsk tsk. What a direct contrast to me. Lol. Tomorrow, I think we're gonna take them three and their parents to some circus or is it shopping? Eitherway, I'm not too happy about it, cos that means that I don't get to finish what I planned to do. But I shall try to be happy, eh? Afterall, I'm supposed to be the happy person among Angah, Uda and Bungsu. Whatever.

Some people are just so blardy irritating. Like for once, just get off my back and stop your nonsense. I mean, you don't want the whole friggin' world to know all your problems, right? If you need to whine, go somewhere else. Stop irritating me and calling me in the middle of the night! I'm not your 24/7 psychologist, so shut it, okay? It's okay if you whine at the right intervals, but to bother someone in the middle of their dreams is HORRENDOUS. Blardy hell. Go and die la you (ok, that came out crude). You always say I'm not always there for you, but since when were you ever there for me? If you want to accuse me, accuse properly la! Don't just sit there and talk like an airhead full of rubbish. Cos that sucks. One day, I shall just throw my billions of inches thick files at your face, then you know. What the hell. So effing irritating.

On a happy note, read Tay Yek Keak's article on Miss Universe. About Miss USA Rachel Smith, to be specific. The way she falls, he describes it like this, "I thought I was watching So You Think You Can Slide." Lol.