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Name: Serene
Country: Malaysia
Metro: Kuala Lumpur
Birthday: 7/6/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Harry Potter series, watching movies, shopping, sleeping, swimming, serving, jogging, Cross, God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Bible, Planet Shakers, Hillsong United and cats
Expertise: Suicide Enthusiast
Occupation: Student
Industry: Business
Message: message me
MSN: selenefoo@msn.com
ICQ:  71744884
Yahoo:  yuentheng@yahoo.com
Member Since:
2/20/2006
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| My dear girl, don’t lose heart
Don’t mind me please as I wanted ignore to my blog for some time. To put it shortly college life wasn't that good. The past 2 weeks has been very disappointing; I was even disappointed at myself.
Blogging about it would unquestionably invite the worse out of me.
Frustration, blood pressure and hair loss was a little high too this few days, doing Kalai’s assignment and especially working with egoistically rude people who don’t give a damn of what they are doing. Right now, I blame myself for this stupidity of letting history repeating itself.
I feel alone in all this.
HOWEVER, (a glimmer of hope here.. hehe)
There’s only 1 more group assignment to fulfill for this full course work assessment.
Yay!!!
Just ONE more to go….
*Serene is just trying to comfort herself now… (Again…Please don’t mind her)*
To compensate the emptiness of the blog’s embarrassing silence, let me be random of what’s happening nowadays.
 I got a new hairstyle. Actually just some fringe and its getting longer. The rest is still very much the same
I got a new dog. A hyperactive English Terrier.
My cat is very upset about it
Street party is coming
Presentation coming up on Wednesday, can’t wait to get it over and done with.
Victor just gave our first individual assignment
I am home and doing nothing.
Novasan missed his flight home because he woke up late. Now that is so screwed up.
Just a piece of mind here...... A lesson learnt
I learnt that the world is most of the time unfair and sometimes things just happen to people who don't deserve it and there is a lot of stuck up people out there who only care about looks and nothing else. I learnt that these people are just plain vain but they did not realise it. They exist everywhere and I think what I should do is to stay clear of them.
"Of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame"
Doggie........ cute ain't it?
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To Her
My beautiful & demure diary
I dedicate
My ink thoughts and feelings
Dear blog,
Forgive me for leaving you in idleness for the past 8 days. It pains me a great deal to see you like that..
Fear not, for the heroin has finally arrived in a dash of great glorious white light with a mission to free you from misery. And from now on you shall painth no more…
~Serene~
Hehe…I finally got some time to chill here. The past week was not exactly fun with new death threats (tengoklah nanti!) everyday but it was not exactly that miserable either especially from Thursday onwards. And thank you, Kenny, Sha and Aizad for planning for outings and movie at Midvalley and Hartamas. Those times really brighten up a “lifeless” week in college.
“Lifeless”  because my precious time was spent on some things that people don’t really appreciate, even myself. It’s not that I want appreciation or honour for the things that I do but what is the purpose of spending time typing minutes when it was just done for the sake of doing it. What a lot of people don’t really understand is that time is a factor and I could have channeled my time for more purposeful and exciting tasks around. Minutes are so rigid and most of the time, they are just like the Da Vinci- the greatest “cover-up of the mankind”. Emotionless and crap. Besides, people don’t really care much about the minutes anyway. It’s just plain boring? Get what I mean people??!
… I hate to say the word “hate”. I rarely used it.
In fact, it was never used in my blog before. Why do you think I dislike using this word so much? Have you ever heard of people saying, “I hate accounting” or “I hate Dota” when they fail to perform in those things?
You cannot say you hate something when you cannot do it at that time. It’s like emotionally giving up when it is said. Plus, it’s a a very strong word to describe bitterness. I personally made it a point to refrain from using it. Whatever that assails me, is a challenge to be overcome and I am not giving up so easily.
Today, there is an exception here, a slight bend of policy
………..à I absolutely, totally, completely, utterly HATE   sitting in front of my laptop- typing minutes! Well, minutes are soooo easy to do. And that is the problem, no challenge = boring.
I think blogging, playing with adobe or reading is much better. 
My whole bookrack is possibly infested with red ants now. To my bewilderment, red ants were crawling my thighs when I took out Harry Potter to read awhile. Ants everywhere in the pages and they were weaving in and out the pages.
It was a disgusting and creepy sight.
Apart from that, things have been going haywire with me for the past few days. Thankfully I am still very much in control of myself. Some things that require some guts to do… and I am yet to find it. I was (still am) afraid, afraid of many things, afraid of the unknown, afraid of the consequences, afraid of screwing up….
...It’s confusing but I still have time.. to consider and think about it…
dillemanya..
I am still holding on to the belief that I will gain something out of this...
God, what do have in store for this lost sheep??
Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid- John 14:27
PICTURES FROM THE STUDENT SERVICES FAIR
Anu o Anu, moga moga tuhan yang Maha berkuasa memberkatimu
A great pretender I was, pretending to be studious.. ceh wah.. ..
 8a.m
 12 p.m.
 3p.m -Exact same effect in prisons for those facing lifelong imprisonments. *pity, pity*- Snape style-
................. wanna see worse?
Worst case scenario - Justin infected by "Amok" disease due to the mass spread of boredom, suddenly got hold of a sword from the Tai Chi club and attempted murder on Kien.
Hehe.... =p
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| Musings
(bored without Dota..)
I luurrve an extra day of holiday at home, apart from the usual weekends.. went shopping with my parents on Friday at Summit and Sunway Pyramid. Did not really buy much of things, but I got myself a pair of Vincci heels.. hehe =)
Well, yesterday was 13th of May, the black dot day in Malaysia’s history and Li-Shia’s 19th birthday... (For those who haven’t wish her, please immediately proceed in doing so..). Suaty (now taller than me!), Ching Yeng, LS, Swee Ying and I went to Endah Parade for a quick bowl of “Tong Yuen” before Li-Shia and Ching Yeng resume their studies for STPM trials.
After that, Suaty and I went for a walk around Endah Parade. One particular trend I noticed in clothes nowadays is the existence of laces everywhere in a single piece of clothing. Don’t you think it’s getting too much?
Wearing too much of laces = another Ah Lian wannabe.
A little lace is alrighty though.
Well, after scrutinizing everything else on the shelf, we decided to head home. Suaty with her new silver Kancil is driving me back!! Hahaha… I regretted asking her something in the car.
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Serene: Have you ever met a near accident incident with your car ?
Suat May: Er… (at that moment took a wrong turn to face a traffic going on an opposite direction)
I realized what was happening when a motorbike honed noisily at us, while dodging us.
Suat May: O Shit! We are not supposed to be on this side of the road right.. (Quickly make a swift U-turn)
Serene: Don’t worry, don’t worry... (A little worried)
The car was going too fast at while U- turning and..(I had some recollections at this moment).. and the car sort of went up the sidewalk a little bit and hit and ice-cream parlor. Thankfully the ice-cream booth was made of wood and the car just shook it a little. The old uncle was not hurt at all, in fact he was shouting at us.
Suaty changed into reverse gear, reversed out of the parlor and soon we were facing the right side of the road again. When she dropped me off, I noticed a mini scratch and some blue paint (from the parlor) on the bottom left side of the car. At least no serious dent.
Well, Suaty I still think that you are a very good driver for a beginner because you never had a near accident incident with your own car until I mentioned it. (Sorry!) Plus, the fact that you drive to college now, deserves praise. We should go for a road trip some time soon. 
Holidays are good.
I am good.
This semester will be a good one. Fewer things to bother. More time spent on my own and for jogging, making sure someone pays for what he/she did...
Oh yeah…
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I was staring at the blank screen for about 10 minutes now...Previously i went to stare at my cat too, she was lying down- a kinda sad position with a sad sort of stare at me. She said we are sad. And I agreed. Maybe it's just me who is sad, that everything; song, conversation, people, cat, blog seemed so sad as well.
The meeting with Dr Sothi was rather an awkward one as we expected him to drop the “bomb”. The walk- 9 of us from resource centre seemed hard and long, our steps were heavy on the stairs and we shifted places like a million times in the conference room. I chose to sit quite front, second place after Yow Fung. It makes me feel safer that way, he is big and I feel more secure.
He came in after 10 minutes and most of us were staring at him blabbering about the knowledge we should equip ourselves on this campaign. I think I or we must be looking very ghastly pale… when he suddenly stopped talking.
Dr Sothi: Why you all looked so scared?
I broke into a smile  and the rest also sniggered along. The non fatal jabbering continued while we just nod to whatever he said and continue to expect the worse from him. Ms Wong looked flushed and helpless. (She finally saw the article in the conference room and boy, I thought I saw her heart drop a few inches lower…)
After 10 minutes of blabbering, he wanted to invite Mr. Gan in. He left to search him and noise erupted among us. We were beginning to feel tired and weary, as if he was waiting on the right moment to pounce and kill. We preferred to face it there and then than to keep guessing…
Mr Gan came in and the first sentence he uttered intimidated me a little. Before he came in, he and Dr Sothi was pausing for quite some time at the conference room door. (Maybe they are deciding whether to ask who did it or not..) He asked us to speak up confidently, to talk now as we are going to face Datuk Gan on Monday. *gulp, gulp*. It meant something.
He finally steered the whole conservation into it. He imparted on us the nature of the press and how they are very competitive to publish first- any news, regardless whether it is accurate or not and how we should leave the job to corporate communications department. Other than that, he said nothing else. He and Dr Sothi decided not to pursue it. In fact, he said that it does not matter who did it and that maybe some of us are just to eager (grrrr…Riitttt) and he said we learnt how to deal with the press.
Nevertheless, Hussein, Ms Wong and I explained exactly what happened as it is not right to keep it under cover. Why should we be afraid when we did nothing wrong?
Still……No identities revealed.
And no identities should be revealed *hint*
Will be seeing Datuk Gan on Monday. Hopefully all will be fine also =)
Went for a movie, Mission Impossible 3 on Thursday with Michelle, Justin, Jillian, Kien, Shaheelan, Jessica and Kenny. Kenny and Jessica came waayyyyy late, from a supposedly 9.20 movie to a 11pm movie. To kill time, we went shopping around. Most of the girls Michelle, Jillian and me spent time at TopShop trying out clothes while me and Michelle cam-whored at the changing room. Time was not really wasted there (Probably only to the guys..hehe).. see picture in Justin’s blog and you will understand what I mean.
I bought a pair of pants anyway.. from TopShop.
 Camwhorers posing inside a changing room
 If u cant buy it, at least can take a picture of it.. hehe
 At Kim Gary before movie. At least Sha's face is clear thus can be afforded to snap up close.. . I hope he doesn't mind...
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Went to mamak yesterday with Michelle, Sha, Man Yoong, Rajes, Eric, Norman and William. I saw Choon Kiat, Yee Ling, Seok Kian and Phui Leng at the next table with some 5 Sn 3 students. Later the table was taken by a bunch of guys who are from our school too – Heng Loong and Liang Yee and some other unknowns. Jeremy and Hafiz were spotted playing a chess game at the mamak too.
 This is Rajes. He was reminding William to remind him to talk about something later. By the way, I am between William and Rajes... And the one with the white shirt beside Rajes is an uncle from Sri lanka who wore an inside out shirt...
The group at the QuikSilver revolution tour: Boon Tiong, Wai Kit, Jeremy, Michelle and me. Sorry la.. i look a bit da weird because the waves was so strong. (pic by Hafiz)
 The one waving is Jeremy. Sorry Mich, terblock you pulak. At the baloon thing in the wave pool.
 Chit chat, chit chat.. water splashing on us. so cold..
Michelle , Jeff and me. Posers on the loose.. 
 This is me back at 5sn1 on Hari Penyampaian Hadiah..a candid shot... Nostalgic place... sighhhh..
My heart goes out to a friend who is having some problems today. I hope you are reading this. If you are shocked or discouraged, don't be. Because it may be just the devil whispering fears into your ears. It's all an illusion. All will turn out to be fine. Qoute Ian: Trust in God and shall be praying for you k.....
I love this song..
Where'd you go - Fort Minor
Mike:
She said
Some days I feel like shit
Some days I wanna quit
And just be normal for a bit
I don't understand why you have to always be gone
I get along but the trips feel so long
and I find myself trying to stay by the phone
Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot working my day
around a call that when I pick up I don't have much to say
So I want you to know it's al little fucked up
that I'm stuck here waiting
At times debating
on telling you that I've had it with you
And your career
Me and the rest of my family here
Singing where'd you go
Chorus
Mike:
Come back home
You know that play you used to live?
Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs
Used to have a little party every Halloween
With candy by the pile
But now you stop by only once in a while
Shit I find my self just filling my time
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind
I'm doing fine
and I'm planning to keep it that way
And you call my if you find that you have something to say
And I'll tell you:
I want you to know it's al little fucked up
that I'm stuck here waiting
At times debating
on telling you that I've had it with you
And your career
Me and the rest of my family here
Singing where'd you go
Chorus
Mike
I want you to know it's a little fucked up
That I'm stuck here waiting
No longer debating
Tired of sitting and hating and making excuses
For why you're not around
and feeling so useless
It seems like one thing has been true all along
You don't really know what you've got till it's gone
I guess I've had it with you and your career
When you come back I won't be here
And you can sing it
Chorus
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| CONFESSIONS OF A BROKEN HEART
…. Given a choice, I would rather not experience this traumatic incident again. The lost was almost unbearable… I wanted to scream.. I thought of dying…My throat was choking at the void sight of it and a sudden, sharp pain in jaw reminded me of TMJ dysfunction.
“Someone please kill me”, I said.
For TWO days now, I was mourning for a lost part of me…
It was a long one, a satisfying one as it took eight long hours to get it really working. My heart was brimming with joy as I hastily hit the damned thing. I was just too eager to see it for real. Tiredness was to blame too and I wasn’t thinking properly…
Really.
It just happened.
I never thought it would happen to me, despite repeated warnings from Justin and friends who experienced it before. I was a total ignorant bitch.
A lesson learnt in a hard and awful way.
By the way, if you are wondering…. the “it ” was my weblog entry.
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