Mood: Madness

Lightning zapped modem and had to configure the new modem.

I think I have mentioned before how much of an idiot I am when it comes to troubleshooting right?

Well it drove me nuts… ↓

[ was spinning rapidly at the beginning but slowed down when uncle recorded]

After much effort and patience, my Internet is back on~!

Hell yeah!

Take that! 

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Sheep is being lame yo ne? <-___->lll

Mood: Dumb-dumb

Good day, everyone~♥!

This is your retarded sheep, Ms Aya who has not been reporting to you faithfully.  <´•ω•`>↓

( ↑ Can one consider the above as double eyelids OR one and a half? Mmm… ) 

First and foremost, I wish everyone a very happy and glorious new year. Another year means a mere repetition of the previous years’ festival and celebrations. Well anyway, nothing so great happened during my long absence from PaperDiaries.

Just to let you know currently I am using Samsung Galaxy SII~. ↓

However should you have any questions about using a Blackberry Bold 9780, Samsung Star and Ice-cream phone — I suppose I can still provide you some answers therefore, feel free to ask away. <^_^>/

So regarding my review on the Samsung Galaxy SII, please give me another 2 weeks (or more) to post it because I am still very noobish with the phone.

For now, I can spare a few comments though.

Plus Side:

1. Lots of cool and free apps on the Google Market.
2. For users who wishes to type Japanese characters with their phone — SII gives you the pleasure of doing so.
3. 2 cameras – Primary 8 megapixels (back of the phone) and Secondary 2 megapixels (Front).
4. Customize-friendly themes
5. Fun-to-use phone.

Down Side:

1. The apps has the tendency to run on their own in the background resulting battery drainage.
2. Can be quite difficult to type and need a lot of practice.
3. Lousy camera quality — Looks rich and vibrant on your phone screen but otherwise when transferred to computers.
4. Managing and moving files is troublesome. It’s much easier to manage when plugging into your PC.
5. The phone has to be switched on at all times if you want your alarm clock to ring.

There you have it, 10 things to point out about the Samsung Galaxy SII.

Sheep shall go into detail and share some info on certain apps as said — hopefully 2 weeks from now.

Moving on…

Here is a rather spur of the moment decision I made in the beginning of January~ ↓

Permanent tattoo~! <´v`>/~~

I have been playing with the idea of getting a permanent tattoo since high school but never gotten serious about it. Until some time ago when I thought of drawing a character with some magical inscription on her feet that enables her to walk along the sky — only then I thought about tattoos.

The tattoo artist helped me with the design since I couldn’t really design on my own. I chose to put my star sign (a proud Gemini) and the sun and moon to symbolize a balance of masculinity and feminism. Despite that I rather have wind as my symbol for it represents Geminis accurately, it would be hard to fathom the shape at a glance.

Anyway… So how does it feel like to have your skin tattooed?

Well it feels like a vibrating blade drawing on your skin. No heat felt, just cutting into your skin. 

They say the pain is measured by which part of your body and how many needles are used. For solid parts such as feet, the pain is mere and bearable. As for the fleshy parts.. (Laughs)

I’d say — The pain is bearable. The thing that kills would be the itch. 

Yes.. The itchiness is unbearable in my opinion, especially since you are not allowed to scratch or rub for at least 3 weeks. 

You see.. that is exactly what is slowing me from finishing this blog entry. I am struggling to type with one hand because the other is smacking the itchiness away. 

Oh goodness I feel like a damn masochist enjoying the beatings inflicted on my foot. (Laughs) 

Damn it!

Sheep shall write more to you guys in the comments section IF you all do stop by. 

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*smacks smacks smacks* 

Mood: Bored!

Good morning, everyone~!

This is Ms Aya who is wishing to juggle 2 jobs!

I think it’s cool to hold down 2 jobs at the same time. Double the experience and double the income!

However having a second job is out of the question at the moment because I have already signed a contract with my current work place and they strictly disallow ‘traitors’. <;__;> (Tears)

Unless I secretly take up another job and to make sure my cover does not get blown; perhaps working as a mascot is the safest? ↓

[Source]

A&W bear!

(Laughs nervously)

Working in a huge ass and itchy costume is definitely not one’s dream job however I think it’s a fun thing to do — for a short period of time of course. <^-^>

I want to experience working as a mascot for kicks and giggles and yes, I am quite serious about this! XD

Besides my colleagues won’t recognize me in the suit therefore it’s safe and totally out of the radar kind of job. <^v^>/

I have not thought of which mascot to try out yet. Perhaps working in a theme park would be fun. ↓

[Source]

Sunway Lagoon’s Blue bird ↑

(Laughs)

Then again Sunway Lagoon is in KL… Too far! <≥A≤>/

Anyway, I’m planning to take up some odd jobs in KL once my current contract expires — that is in 2013. <´•__•`>

Mascot is one of them and the other is … ↓

[Source]

.. to work as a waitress in a Maid Cafe~~♥! <^v^>/

(Laughs)

Well… I will blog more on this next time because — I’m at work now and people won’t leave me alone! <TAT> (Tears)

De wa.. <.__.>

Question: Have any of you worked as a mascot or at a maid cafe? Please do share your experience! Is it fun or a “Hell NAW! That job sucks!?”

Mood: Raging like a Gyarados!

Look at this damage, man! <`A´>/ ↓

I did not crash the car with my amateur skills.

Story short:

Mother drove our car (alone) and some dumb ass motorcyclist persisted in speeding forth despite that she has signaled to move in the right lane.

Mum stopped the car to let him go and of course the fucker went ahead but somehow he lost his balance and skidded his bike.

Bastard not happy; Gestured my mother to get out of the car but she refused judging from his violent action and he then proceeded to smashing our windscreen with his helmet.

Not sure if the other motorcyclists were in the same gang but anyway, they committed the same act by vandalizing our car by kicking and hitting the sides. 

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And the fucker who is in need of serious anger management had the cheek to take a picture of my mother in the car. 

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Nobody helped my mother. 

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Although my mother has already made a police report and the inspector is on the case…

I hope…

I really hope… 

These uneducated and uncultured assholes will get multiple cuts in their throats each time they eat as though they are choking on glasses and metals. 

In addition each time they drink, may they sip the awful taste of sweaty prisoner’s balls down their throat! 

イライラス

If given a chance to put a curse on such shitass load of motherfucking cock and shit people —  What torment would you suggest?

Because I don’t think swallowing glass and tasting sweaty bawls is good enough. 

Let’s be genuine sadist, people!

*has pleasure in hurting bad people* 

Mood: Disturbed

Ever since I begun driving, I sort of grew an interest in cars — well… only 2 models has caught my eyes; mini cooper and 3 door Suzuki mini jeep (Vitara).

At the moment I cannot afford to buy a car. Perhaps even in time to come, I may only afford a second hand car.

So whenever I drive out, I catch myself browsing through the Second-Hand-Cars For Sale workshop and wonder how much my dream car costs.

A Mini Cooper is beyond my earning capabilities but a Suzuki Vitara is much more a far fetch because the model is old and harder to find. Unless I jacked one however the chances of it being a manual is high and that sucks!

(Sighs) There’s this place that has many Suzuki Vitaras and Mini Coopers on display — But I found out that the place was not a workshop selling cars but a damn supermarket parking lot. <-__->lll

Dang it!

… Do you find yourself being stupid… sometimes? <-__->

Mood: Sleepy!!!

Hahaha…

Got to stay awake after all.

Mum ordered for a new washing machine and I’m obliged witness the new washing machine being set up for us. Mum does not like me to nap when people are coming over to our house. <-__->

Well… The darn rat must have bitten off the wires of our former washing machine hence the replacement.

<`ﾍ´> That bastard rat…

Mood: Lazy

Awesome!

Today is a holiday for all Johorians because it is our Sultan’s birthday~☆!

Now I understand how it feels to look forward and savvy the day off!

Before, holidays had little effect on me (except the roads — Holidays equate to jam and fully booked parking lots!)

With that said, it’s a holiday and right now it’s noon with still many hours of freedom before heading back to Hell Hole. I’m so eager to do the many things that I could not do such as drawing, playing games, reading, Youtubing, bullying Auwlithe and so on. (It’s true! When you’re working, you either have little time or no mood to carry out your hobbies!)

Anyway after much contemplation on whether I should play God (meaning The Sims) or get in tune with art (or Rockband 3), I have decided to… ↓

Take a long nap. <—ω—>/

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I am going to waste my day hibernating in my mother’s room. <´•ω•`>

… It just seems like the number one thing my mind and body wants at the moment… To just sleep! (Laughs)

What a waste to let such a nice day go by and not making use of the time wisely to accomplish other things?

Well hay, at the very least — I blogged, didn’t I? <^ε^>/

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A few links to share before my comatose takes effect. <-__-> ↓

For those who appreciate art~☆ ↓

And for the absolute retards~☆ ↓

Watch their videos!

Sheep is done for the day! <^v^>/

PS: Sheep is sleeping in her mother’s room because there seem to be a fat ass rat roaming in sheep’s room. The motherfucking rat had the nerve and guts to rip off one of my precious soft toy — TWICE! … And yea, it scares me so I’m gonna camp in my mum’s room until it goes away… <´•__•`>

Mood: Happy

Yo~oh! <^ε^>

This is Ms Aya who just bought a new beanie~! ↓

I got it at COTTON ON for RM29.

There are 5 colours available: Black, pink, brown, grey and red.

Most friends would think I’d go for pink but surprisingly — I chose red.

Well I guess I am a bit too grown up to be wearing pink, don’t you think?

So perhaps you may see red as the matured colour for pink. (Laughs stupidly)

↑ Intended to snap more shots but Auwlithe came and photobombed me! 

Satte…

Time to end this pointless entry. <—ω—>/

Night-night~

Mood: Annoyed

Oh no! 

Fucken scheiss! 

You know? The house on my right that has been empty for over a year? 

Last night some people just moved in and this makes me so uneasy! 

It sucks because all this while, there was so much room for us. By that, I mean some privacy for us to talk among ourselves without uninvited listeners.

Plus — no judgmental dumbstruck stares and that ‘I wonder what is she working as’ look. 

(Sigh) If only I can summon a ghost to that house to scare them shitless.. Pretty much like the villains in Scooby Doo. They frighten people off the premises with a gorilla or a pirate captain costume for the purpose of their selfish benefits. (Laughs) ↓

Baa… Well… <u__u>

Ok.. It’s unreasonable of me to rant over their existence next door because they have yet to commit any annoying and shitty offenses. 

They may turn out to be really nice and pleasant neighbours however I am hoping they live at least — *3 firetrucks away from us.

Get what I’m saying?

The thing about most houses in Malaysia is that they are close to each other as in — literally next door; as close as next room.

It’s unlike the houses in the States whereby there are wide gaps. The houses there are situated individually.

While it’s cool that my house is not literally glued to the next house, I still feel my privacy is vulnerable. Furthermore, Malaysians are very busybodies. Spying is their favourite hobby (next to Facebooking; otherwise why do you think they have so much to update?)

Urgh! The violation!

Oh well…

Looks like from now onwards, I have to hang dry my panties elsewhere…

That said — Do you like having neighbours next door or super close by? If no, what would you resort to just to get rid of them?

* I’m bad in unit measurement so pardon my poor reference.

PS: Haha… I sound like a jerk in this entire blog post. Yeaaaa~

Mood: Sentimental

Once upon a time, there was this boy named John who lives nearby my house. 

I don’t exactly remember when my brother and I befriended him but it was definitely at the time I was half the height I am today.

Friendly, helpful, handy and polite — These traits of his stood out nonetheless. I would say — John made a fine example of a typical boy scout. (Laughs)

He wasn’t dashing and handsome in my opinion however, John certainly possessed strong and rare qualities of a fine and chivalry boy. In addition, he was skillful and talented. Computer literate, resourceful and heck — He could even repair cars! <OAO>!!!

One time, my uncle’s car had problems and John, who always circled the neighborhood on his navy blue and yellow bicycle saw my uncle struggling with the engine and stopped to have a look.

The 12 year old (or younger…perhaps) studied the car engine, tweaked around with the wrench and voila — The engine came back to life! <OAO>!!!

My uncle was so amazed and indeed, impressed! <OAO>

John has helped my brother in configuring his computer and sometimes, fix my bicycle.

There were several times he accompanied me when I had to walk to the sundry shop alone. Although it was nearby, he would be on his bicycle and we will chat about the happenings in our neighborhood.

I admit, I had not been so nice to John and I remember being rude and bratty towards him for absolutely no reason.

However, I shall never forget this good deed of his. <´•ω•`> 

One day, the girls were planning to make a tree house. I had planks and some materials in my house that we could use but I needed help to carry over to the playground.

The girls were eager to set up the house but were unwilling to do the labor.

So I thought if I were to carry the tools and planks over, we could start setting the tree house.

As I was dragging the planks out of my house, John stopped by and asked what the heck am I up to. In excitement, I told him about the tree house plan and then…

He got off his bicycle and said to leave everything to him.

Well.. he really meant EVERYTHING.

He transferred the necessary tools and materials.. Even used some of his own and begun setting the tree house for us.

I helped out a little bit but the girls did not do much. Instead, they bossed John around and instructed him to do many stupid things.

Very unkind of the girls, agree?

Besides the girls (and myself), I find his parents to be too rude and strict on him.

John hardly spoke of his family and when I happened to see them, they were either scolding John for helping people or coming home after 7p.m.

As John’s parents, they should be proud of his talents and capabilities.

Anyway.

John managed to build the tree house for us and we had lots of fun with it.

There were a couple of times the tree house fell apart because some hooligans came over and vandalized it. Also partly because the tree house could not carry too many kids.

So John helped by repairing until the day we decided that the tree house will forever be vandalized and eventually grew out of it. (Laughs)

Thereafter when I became 12, I hardly spoken to John as I had new friends (Fe and Nic.. ‘Yokey and Humming Bird’).

We traded ‘Hellos’ each time we met but when I got into high school, I saw him even less.

John was rarely seen cycling around.

My neighborhood friends actually begun to fade and by the time I left my home town for good, suddenly everyone seemed like strangers.

I remember saying goodbye to Humming Bird and Yokey, some of my brother’s friends who watched over me but — I don’t recall bidding farewell to John.

My brother may have spoken to him though.

Perhaps I was too busy having a heart break over my crush who never seem to take notice of my existence.

Speaking of crushes, I never had a crush on John.

And right now I am questioning myself — WHY?

Why did I not feel for this boy whom actually bother about me? I knew he liked 1 of the neighbor girls and it never bothered me (In fact, I teased John about this) however, I’m just wondering why I missed such a good person.

In any case, I have no regrets for not having that butterfly-in-yo-stomach feeling. I’m just happy I had at least gotten a chance to know and befriend a very good boy.

There’s no news on John’s whereabouts and it’s hard to search for him (unless he is still staying in that house; the brown gate which he and his father painted!).

I really wish the best for him and that he still possess those admirable and golden qualities of his.

John’s good image is preserved in my mind and heart.

My mother and I were talking about the kids in the old neighborhood and we spoke about John. I told mum how nice and kind he was towards me.

So now.. I tell you with an honest and grateful heart — About a boy named John.

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Uh … Please bear in mind that John is NOT DEAD. 

(Laughs nervously) This post certainly sounds like a memoir or one of those mourning speech for the dead however — NO!!! I think… he is still alive. John is 1 year my senior and … Yea… He should be alive… <—ω—>

Baa~!

Suppose I could ever see him once more, I would like to express my gratitude and respect for giving me a beautiful childhood memory to recollect and smile upon. <u__u>

(Laughs) Oh well… Are you feeling sentimental just like me? Thinking and reminiscing about some people who crossed your path and left a deep and meaningful impression?