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I think it's time that an introduction befitting of me was written.

Hi, I'm Sheena. And no, you'll never live to know the Hokkien version of my Chinese name. I live in Sweaty Singapore, and while I'm not an anarchist, you won't see me being pro-government either. If I were president, the first thing I'd do is legalise gay marriages. (Notice how not apathetic I am about politics.) I believe everyone should have the right to love. That's just me, I tend to believe in people and things until they give me a reason not to. But sometimes this gut feeling takes over and I become a total asshole. Or maybe it's just PMS. Whatever. I am full of ironies. Like how I will wolf down a bowl of shark's fin soup and feeling fucking guilty about it. Oh another thing, if you've decided not to go all Alternate-F4 on my blog, do brace yourself for unnecessary amounts of the word 'fuck' and its different variations. Hey, it's a beautiful word. How many words do you know can be used as an adjective, a noun and a verb? I love music, just because it's an extention of the human need for self-expression. Ditto for tattoos, fashion and writing. Oh, and I cannot fully emphasize my hate for bananas and aunties, no matter how impressive my vocabulary is. I love people, I really do. I just have this teensy problem opening up to others. So, I'm kinda used to the terms "mysterious", "snobby" and "shy and quiet" being used on me. You can call me anything but "cute". But if you are one of the rare ones who really know me, you'll know that I'm really quite predictable. What else, what else. Juno is my personal heroine; I am a prude when it comes to online flirting and people with poor English; and if I won't do what you say, that's prolly because I have this fascination with testing people's patience. Reverse psychology usually does the trick. Lastly, I have tendancies to write tall tales, especially about myself. :)

I... Love... Coffee... URGH!

I just realised that I get addicted to things very easily.

Like for instance I am addicted to coffee right now. Not the Kopitiam kind of coffee. The Starbucks kind of coffee. I have style. But it doesn't help that Starbucks coffee is damn expensive, so I am sure that my coffee fetish will go away in a few weeks' time.

Another possible addiction: arcade games. Believe it or not, I've only played at the arcade less than 5 times. It's a pathetic waste of money, so rowdy and full of Bengs. But the games are designed to get you hooked. I went to the arcade yesterday and played a couple of shooting games and got trashed by Herald (by a small margin). It was extremely fun but I shall stay away from it for a while because I know I will become a slave to the carnival-like atmosphere and the Kaching! of tokens.

Ruoying is an amazing creature.

Ruoying says:
WAH YOU BLOGGED!

Sheena is ♥. says:
so surprising?

Ruoying says:
lol dunnoe lei

Ruoying says:
cus my intuition is right

Ruoying says:
issit how u spell

Sheena is ♥. says:
yup

Ruoying says:
yay! my spelling is good

Sheena is ♥. says:
lol!

Sheena is ♥. says:
congrats lor

Ruoying says:
wah lau, sarcastic huh

Ruoying says:
YOU SEE YOU SEE

Sheena is ♥. says:
look who is easily happy

Ruoying says:
whatever i'm easily contented can

Sheena is ♥. says:
sama sama

Ruoying says:
sama sama majukahalaba? whatever

Ruoying says:
lol

Ruoying says:
u know the children's day song

Sheena is ♥. says:
lol!

Sheena is ♥. says:
wrong lah!!!

Ruoying says:
wrong meh

Ruoying says:
who cares

Ruoying says:
i'm not malay

Ruoying says:
lol

Sheena is ♥. says:
haha

Sheena is ♥. says:
inexcusable

Ruoying says:
lol got this word meh

Sheena is ♥. says:
dunno!

Sheena is ♥. says:
unexcusable?

Ruoying says:
EH GOT INEXCUSABLE LEI WAH LAU

Ruoying says:
in·ex·cus·a·ble /ˌɪnɪkˈskyuzəbəl/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[in-ik-skyoo-zuh-buhl] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective incapable of being excused or justified.

Ruoying says:
YOU ANYHOW WHACK ALSO CORRECT

Sheena is ♥. says:
haha!!!

Sheena is ♥. says:
i am a pro!

Sheena is ♥. says:
dont you just envy me?

Ruoying says:
pui

Ruoying says:
lol

Sheena is ♥. says:
damn funny

Ruoying says:
you?

Sheena is ♥. says:
i mean our conversation

Sheena is ♥. says:
im not so thick skin

Ruoying says:
righttttttt.

Sheena is ♥. says:
haha

Sheena is ♥. says:
wah very funny

Sheena is ♥. says:
i shall blog this

Ruoying says:
wah lau

Ruoying says:
okay u go blog

Ruoying says:
later i vet

Sheena is ♥. says:
vet?

Sheena is ♥. says:
like animal doctor?

Ruoying says:
CHECK.

Ruoying says:
omg.

Sheena is ♥. says:
oh.

Sheena is ♥. says:
lol.

Ruoying says:
vet1 /vɛt/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[vet] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, vet·ted, vet·ting. Informal.
–noun 1. veterinarian.
–verb (used with object) 2. to examine or treat in one's capacity as a veterinarian or as a doctor.
3. to appraise, verify, or check for accuracy, authenticity, validity, etc.: An expert vetted the manuscript before publ

Ruoying says:
make www.dictionary.com your best friend NOW!



In conclusion, Ruoying will marry a dictionary.

A funny little story

I received a message on Friendster.

Dude: u gt msn
Me: yup, but i dont give it to random people i'm sorry. :]
Dude: im *bleep* frenz

I haven't replied him and I don't plan to.

Number 1, if you want to talk to me, talk to me in proper English. I can accept 'gt', but I cannot stand unnecessary Zs. And where the hell is your 's and your question mark?

Number 2, the fact that we have mutual friends does not make you any less random, it just makes me embarrassed. You can be Pete Wentz's friend for all I care. I will still think you are random because you start a conversation with a total stranger with 'u gt msn'.

So, don't take it personally that I'm not replying your message. Blame it on your poor English and your lack of social skills.

PS: It's so ironic that someone as anti-social as me is teaching others how to interact as normal human beings.

PPS: I am a prude. I know. :D

This is scary.

Fun with science Part 2 and Scream Sell-out will come out soon, promise!

Meanwhile, this is just a brief post while I wait for Girls Out Loud to load. (I am Xiaxue crazy.)

Anyway, what I am about to write is all serious and zero sarcasm.

I am sure most of you have heard about the JI leader escaping from ISD.

I am in shock, really. And while everyone is beginning to find Singapore's reputation of being safe questionable, I would like to raise your attention to the fact that the criminal has not been caught.

The Minister of Home Affairs has already taken full responsibility, which is highly respectable of him. And I know that apologies mean squat, but let's realise that it is still not safe for us to complain yet.

So catch the damn crook, then we'll talk.

So stop with the cynicism and criticism.

Fun With Science

I rediscovered my geeky past with Herald at the Science Centre yesterday.

We were so fascinated by the exhibits!

There were the usual 'mind vs eye' exhibits which have been there since I was 14. You know, those perception tricks like is it the thing convex or concave et cetera. The exhibitions were aptly located in 'The Mind's Eye' section.

Do you see two people talking?

Oh my God, they killed Herald!

We then went to the Mummies exhibit.

There were all these different kinds of mummies. The sexy mummies, the soccer mummies, the housewife mummies, and the old mummies. My favourite were the auntie mummies.

Haha, okay okay. I love anything ancient Egyptian. And I learnt a bit more about it there.

Anubis and his costume. Anubis was the God of mummification.

Rameses' costume. My dad asked me which Rameses. I had no idea.

Nefer-something's costume. Not Nefertiti. Don't ask me. IDK!

A model of a sarcophagus. Big and scary. They said that the silver lining was more valuable than the gold back then.

Herald asked if I really wanted to take a picture of THIS. Don't worry, it's not real. They're all replicas. Even the costumes.

There was also chart of heiroglyphics (spelling error) from A-Z. Now I can spell my name in Egyptian!

We then approached the Life Sciences section.

THEY ACTUALLY KEEP FUCKING HISSING COCKROACHES! WHAT THE HELL?! I braced myself for the worst when I saw the label and I went to take a look at it. Fuck, the cockroaches were huge! They looked exactly like the ones on Fear Factor! I screamed and ran out and the guy in front of us laughed.

The kids' playground was nearby and we had a whale of a time playing with the children-oriented exhibits. There was also a chick incubation thing. And we saw this really mean chick beating up (pecking on) another chick and it was already bleeding and it looked horrible.

The beaten-up chick on the far right.

It tries to approach the group.

But it was lured into yet another losing battle. :(

Part 2 coming up soon. Too lazy to blog. Bye!