had a sarkingg day..thx to amanda.. i lost mi chinese "bi ji" bk last friday..then she say wan help mi print..she somemore infront of the whole class raise up her hand say "cher, i help rong bin print..monday confirm pass gei ni..ru guo mei you, SHE (points at mi) go detention!! " ...i tot she was so GOOD leh...hu noes hor..on monday she FORGOT to help mi print..then i brought a whole new ex bk..then i look at her, say "how? i go detentiion le lor.." then she say "haiz.." then in chinese lesson, cher ask mi whers mi bi ji..when i wanna say amanda din bring..amanda say "i help u say.." then she say in chinese " i print the papers and giv sherena le, but she forgot to bring all of them, including the book. " and she gave mi that "im so disappointed in u" look ...WAD THE FUCK SHE TALKING LAH...plz lor..its HER fault..and when i say "lao shi , " then cher interrupted mi and say in chinese "rong bin..u always never bring one leh! now amanda giv u the papers le, y cant u juz BRING? so difficult ah? i dont care, detention. " chee bye lor.. i wan to tel cher the truth..but duno y..i lyk dont wan sabo her..then i shut mi mouth lor..and went fer bloody detention...she lame lah she.. she next tym dont wan help mi then say..i rather ask another one of mi frenz to help mi print.. and recess i din talk to her..then onli she say "SORRY LAH!" ...plz lor..dont wan say then DONT SAY..she liddat say piss mi off even more onli lor... wadeva lah.. and she somemore say she treat mi as her BEST FREN..yeah rite..ALL SHIT

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Ello, the name’s Sherena.
I’m Nineteen this year & am lovin’ it.
I’m a Cancerian.
Imma bookworm.
I close ranks in suspicion & coldness toward outsiders.
That doesn’t mean I’m unsociable, just that for me, there is a time to socialize and a time to be solitary.
I’m appreciative of art and literature, and especially of drama, where the spectacle and ebb and flow of action and feeling particularly excite me.
I have a retentive memory, particularly for emotionally laden events which I can still recall in detail for years afterwards.
I’m too easily influenced by those I love and admire, & can be swayed by the emotion of the moment.

I am never one to patiently pick up
already broken fragments & glue em back together again
& tell myself that everything would be as good as new.
What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it
as it was at it's very best than try to mend it
& see the broken pieces as long as I lived.

Love is what all of us are born with.
Fear is what we learn throughout the years.
I believe that the spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear & prejudices
& the acceptance of pure love back in our hearts.
Love is truly the essential reality and our purpose in life.

And to be consciously aware of it,
to really take the risk,
give our all and experience love in ourselves & others,
is the real meaning of life.

Meaning does not lie in things.
Meaning lies in us.