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The name's Sharon Leow (mothercow for short)Am specially designed for flea battles with my laser guns. I'd rather gobble down an entire can of coke than have a glass of milk before I go to bed. I find chewing my nails and nibbling on my nail beds are the longest habits I've ever had. I personally feel that butterflies and worms are the most nefarious creatures of them all! I have my certain moments. Take for instance, watching my toaster fry itself after dripping a blob of butter into it. Then again, I consider myself a little out of the ordinary when I love the smell of deep fried nuggets, hotels and aeroplanes. Most definitely love God and am doing all I can to be an irresistible influence in this world. |
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the world's turning green
  There's been a power shortage in your brain. I'll get it fixed. Sejarah. I'm doomed! Favourite colours depend on my mood. I'm feeling like red today. How's about you? Green's tomorrow tho. I need inspiration! Maybe it's cause of the study subjects draining the life out of me. I'm tired. I'm tired of having to stay up late working on those revision books which seem to last longer than a lifetime. A break is what I really need. Then again, having breaks would mean less studying. Less studying would definitely lead to obtaining lower marks then I'm expecting. I expect too much. I'm pretty sure tomorrow would liven my spirits up abit. GREEN! Chocolate muffins! I'm hungry?! Last post till after PMR. Can't wait.
stare out
24 more days to freedom.and counting. I can't wait for PMR! every beat will be for you.
the list.
 I want : 1) To see the world in the eyes of many. remember me?
 Trials are over. Which means Bob, my imaginary friend is driving me nuts again on how I should update once more as a little something for all you readers who still have love and compassion to visit my blog every now and then. So I'm done with the usual studying till a little later, perhaps? I've been glued onto the tele mainly, and the computer which now happens to be secretly addictive? I've been inspired to write this. Inspiration came and got me thinking about my life and how I vaguely recall what went down the whole 15 years of my life. Though I can't give you the exact information as I'm known to be very forgetful at times. But I'll fill you in on the little insignificant and maybe not so insignificant events and happenings in my life. Ones which made me smile over it now and then, ones which make me feel like an utter fool, ones which could keep me up all night pondering on and on about it, ones which've torn me apart and ones which've made me all the more stronger. 4.8.1993 (Lets skip the whole natural phenomena of how child birth really did look like, shall we?) If I can remember clearly, it was around that time when I was still little and young which I bit Joyce's hand by mistake. And I have the feeling it did taste alot like chicken. During my childhood years, where I first began Kindergarten. Y.W.C.A wasn't much. Just a simple place to keep kids happy, well-fed, happy and more happy? Porridge was usually serve on Mondays or was it Fridays? And there were those biscuits which get stuck on your teeth everytime you consume it. Friends? A few only took notice of me and we ended up developing a bond which included discussing little things like 'cute animals? dolls?' But I was known to be more on the 'Lego toys and remote control cars' which never seem to got their attention. And there was that one time, (if I'm not mistaken) I was the little girl on duty to get books (was it?) from one of the cupboards which had those slidy door thingys which could easily slide close. Dumb me, had to leave my fingers enclosed on the edge of the cupboard. And little did I know, this...this 'brainless-twit' of a boy (or was it a girl) closed the cupboard with a *swoosh* and my fingers had their time of excrutiatingly, agonizing pain. Tho I can't exactly blame him/her, kids that age wouldn't know a thing or two of the effects when sliding a cupboard door and smashing a few fingers, perhaps? Other than the 'very-young schooling' days, there were many friends which I got to know. Sarah Thum, Samuel, Joel, Rachel, Jeremy and Tim. All of which had been kind enough to include me in their 'hide and seeks, iceman, card games (WHICH I NEVER WIN!), swimming activities (WHICH SARAH AND SAMUEL USED TO LEAVE ME BEHIND IN THE KIDDY'S POOL), football, happy family (like have kids, 'HAPPY FAMILY'), pirate's ship (like don't go in the sea or you'll be eaten alive by crocodiles! Plus. Crocodiles aren't found in the sea to begin with)' activities which always make me refuse to go home when it's time to leave. Primary in Convent was a little complicated. 'Crying on the first day of school' was prohibited on my list of actions to do in my life time. A pudgy, looking girl by the name of Joy sat close by me and we ended up being inseparable. We'd sit together when copying a chart of 'multiplication forms' written by the teacher on the black board. We'd sit next to each other during school assemblies. She'd accompany me to recess. Our little friendship then expanded with another addition. Valerie Yentl was the stick thin girl with a 'boy-cut'. I remember it all so clearly now, while having to take the first jab during our schooling years, she was the one who cried her eyeballs out and refusing to get her shot. If I'm not mistaken, the poor nurse who couldn't stand her tantrums assured her that once she gets her shot, she'll get a sweet for being good. Guess what...SHE ENDED UP WITH NONE! Hahaha. My year in Convent was a memorable one, with friends I can never forget. But it was all too soon when my parents broke in the news that we were moving to a more suitable area in town. With that, I got transfered to Methodist. Friends then despised me as they thought I was of no good. But the months rolled by and friends whom I thought never took interest in me, started making small talk and giving me a happy glance every once or twice in class. I've been placed under the careful watches of this teacher who caught me once, dripping glue on one of my friend's (which I got into an arguement with) seat in class, deliberately. With my other accomplice's, we had it pretty bad from the teacher. But I had it the worse as I was the main culprit, of wasting glue and making someone's butt almost stick on the chair. Besides the schooling years which I have to admit were one of the best, neighbours like Yan-Y and Sonia are hard to come by. Of how we'd crash into each other's house, play hide and seek, fiddle with the computer and watch teen rated movies when we were young. We also made use of the whole outdoor area which include water battles where we'd get all wet without towels and how we'd rush back upstairs to get changed and go back down to play more games, more hide and seek, feeding the fishes in the pond and roller blading. High school is never a bore. The starting of form 1 was a little rough where I got transfered into another class with students I had no clue of and only friend which in the end left for a boarding school somewhere out of Penang. There, I met Chandini, the one who'd startle me from where she sat behind and make me turn my head around annoyed. Shu Ern, one of my accomplice's who got me scolded DURING PRIMARY and many more. Being monitor that year was never easy, with friends teasing me, with certain teachers making me go nuts. Need I say more? Form 2, the year which I'd expected to be a little more drained than the first year. Samantha Tang who was the first to approach me. A friend that I'll never be able to forget. Mae Yune came in the picture, later. Short and petite, she was who ended up seating next to me. Samantha Chong soon after, who used to rant on and on, on how noisy I was in class. Megan Cheah. Danielle. Grace. Amelia Yeoh. Hui Mei. Czen Yhi. Sue Chuin. Avienne. A tight-knit group, I must say. ...And without further blogging as I'm about to doze off already. Form 3. I can't say much about it as I'm still halfway on the track. Tho I'll fill you in on it some other day as there're just too many lovely people I haven't got to mention here. moo. |