moved!

hello! i’m changing my WP url to abcherylmnop.

just had all my posts here exported over. nothing much has changed. see you there

ps. will be deleting this blog on the first of july… or sometime during that week.

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Quick Update

E-40 – Sliding Down the Pole (feat. Too Short): sexiest song ever hahahaha.

Hi all. My first exam starts next Thursday – pretty screwed for it because I don’t even know how to BEGIN.

11, 17, 24, 30 June… can’t wait for the end of the month! It’s the first time I have exams running for 3 weeks. Torturous!

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Dance

Pink – Bad Influence:

So many things to blog about! First! Lady GaGa is going to be on Rove Live this coming Sunday! WOW! Do you know what that means??? It means that she is in Australia, which also means that the Pussycat Dolls concert is NEARING! AAAAHAAAAHHHHAAAAA yes I am going to the PCD concert. I wonder why Europe gets Ne-Yo but Aust gets Lady GaGa? Don’t they know that the Aust music crowd listens to genres other than electropop too…

I just realised this post will be gossip-ridden. Oops?

Remember how I said I have 2 dance teachers? This is Michelle:

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New-found Talent

Colby O’Donis – Don’t Turn Back (Remix) (feat. Girlicious):

I’m so amazed (and excited) over my new-found talent. Turns out that it was in me all along. *smug face* LOL jokes.

All I had to do was to make sure that the capsule/pill stays “afloat” in my mouth while I gush that YEEEURCCCK thingy down my throat with a big gulp of water. DING DING DING!

On a side note, Lisha was in Melbourne! Met her at Chaddy and bumped into Amelia, Nicole and Esper. She thinks we are all fun people. Heehee, you see, life is getting too serious nowadays. Motivation-less. Drive-less. Life-less. Everybody should stay positive and happy! (exception: Saerom plucked a strand of WHITE hair off my head today. SAD!!!)

Anyway, Lisha wanted to see the legendary Vince, my dance teacher who also appeared on SYTYCDA as a choreographer… so I brought her to Unitd. She took secret footageS of us dancing *goes hysterical* LOL nooooo!!! I joke I joke.

Speaking of choreographs… ALICIA WANTS ME TO CHOREY A ROUTINE YIKES I’VE NEVER DONE STH LIKE THAT BEFORE THIS IS INSANE AND BESIDES I’M NOT A DANCER.

How’s this song?

Colby sings “but you’re too fly”, and I was thinking of a KUNGFU FLYING HYA!!!! action for “fly” HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.

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Excellent? My Foot.

Deepside – Booty Music:

Commerce ball on Thursday was awesome until the afterparty. The afterparty was held at a club, and when we were queuing, I made a comment to my friend… “Wow the club is going to be PACKED. What if somebody steps on my foot in her high heels?” I shouldn’t have tempted fate like that, because less than a minute later, the semi-drunk girl in front of me took a heavy step back and the rest… is history. The amazing thing was (i) she was too drunk to even realise she stilletto-ed me, and I was too busy yelping and clutching my foot to even confront her, (ii) I WASN’T EVEN IN THE CLUB YET. Sigh… now I see why my friend clubs in Doc Martens. Whoa.

Anyway, that was Thursday. I made a brave choice to go for Vince’s intermediate hiphop class on Saturday after coating my foot in muscle pain relief cream. LOL. I had to, I was looking forward to that all week long!!! And what happened today (Sunday)… is history too. Doctor said my wound is infected (but he basically didn’t say why my foot got so f-king swollen) and kept asking if I had the I-can’t-remember-the-name injection (for rust infection prevention?). Anyhow, I’m scheduled for an x-ray on Tuesday.

You know what? To be honest, I’m… scared? What if the infection got so bad I had to AMPUTATE it?! Then I won’t be able to walk! DANCE! I’m never gonna find a bf! (haha sorry that’s the last thing on my mind, but I’m just saying…) I have to swallow antibiotics in CAPSULE FORM too DAMMIT I hate capsules!! Well at least if it’s tablets I can swallow them with much throat-coaxing or BITE THEM. Sigh why am I so pathetic…

Yay for Medicare by the way! I only had to pay for the antibiotics.

Brace yourself for amazingly yucky photos under the cut. Please don’t click if you don’t wanna gross yourself out?

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OMG??

Did I see right!

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I’m Getting Wordy

I just realised how my blog has deviated from the usual blog-that-spells-out-Cheryl’s-life to rubbish-that-entertains-Cheryl-but-has-got-nothing-to-do-with-her. Sorry about that… So. Remember how I was so excited over my new Nike Dunks? Sigh. I don’t know how but when I got home I had not one, but two, bleeding ankles… no wait, it’s not even the ankles (since the shoe was high). Perhaps I had the shoelaces tied too tightly? I nearly died screaming in silence when I showered too. Can you imagine the stinging pain when warm water comes trickling down bleeding abrasionized wounds? UGH.

Anyway I think it’s high time I mention uni life. IT SUCKS. BIG TIME. I know I don’t sound stressed seeing how the direction of my non-related posts went, but in reality I’m maxed out. Mondays and Tuesdays are the worst days of my life at the moment… 4 hours full on lectures led by lecturers who either (a) simply don’t make any sense at all (b) doesn’t know what he’s doing/teaching, sometimes to the point where he’ll just draw a big fat “X” on the overheads – yeah I know, WTH – (c) too intellectual to be understood (d) speaks like the Shinkansen in Tokyo which leaves me all tense and stressed out.

Monetary Economics: WTF is intertemporal trade all about? *looks to the left/right and mouths to friend* Did you get that?! *Friend gives an extremely pained expression – as though he’s about to shit* Ooo-kay I geddit.

Developing Countries: OMG so frigging confusing. Shall we just forget about urban life and go back to the agriculture way of life… plant wheat or barley, dance and frolic in the fields of gold… sing mountain songs and bask in the glory of the sun all day long (and perhaps get a nice tan)?

Advanced Corp. Finance: GRRR just when you thought you’ve had enough of options, forwards and futures, they swing up to CUT YOU EVEN DEEPER.

Econometrics: GREEKology. Oh need I explain my frustration in this. It’s like GEEK language.

One thing I’ve got out of a Econometrics lecture is that attending lectures has a negative correlation with the final mark GPA. Which means… the more you attend the more your grades will decrease. HA!

FINAL YEAR SUCKS BUT I MUSTN’T GIVE UP. I’m nearly there… I’ve just got to hang in there for a couple of months and poof! I’ll be done with this degree… get my cert, get out. No, hang on, my parents want me to do honours. WHAT????????? An extra year of economical shit? *facedesks* Courageous Cheryl should just be courageous for once and tell them that they shouldn’t plan her life as though I’m an investment. But… I really am an investment… they are expecting returns. Do you want to know how the latest ‘plan’ went?

Dad: How did your application for XXXbank’s women scholarship to do a summer internship go? Did they get back to you? (*note: They forced me to, grrr.)

Me: Um, no. There’s only ONE spot anyway. And I don’t want to work for banks or government. And I don’t want to go back to work. Look at korkor, he only gets home at 11.

Mom: Why not? Then what do you want to do?

Me: I want to [sigh I would very much like to censor this part at the moment].

Mom: No that’s not good, you won’t get far there. How about working with XXX (airline company *COUGHS*)? Work for the management! They are your country’s PRIDE. Get free air tickets for your mother to fly around!

Me: WHH..WHHAAA?? Ask your NIECE to do it! She’s there nowwwww.

Mom: Even if she gets it she will give it to her mom. You are my daughter. I want you to get me free tickets.

I was left speechless. I really shouldn’t have brought this up. Bad idea. Economics is just like a big fat Plan B to me, why can’t she get it? Why can’t anybody get me?

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Cow Finance

This email swung by my inbox yesterday. Oh don’t you just love political humour?

TRADITIONAL CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a baby bull.
Nurse and feed it well.
They mate, your herd multiplies and the economy grows.
You invest and keep the gains in the country reserve.
You sell them and everyone retire on the income.

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You mortgage both of them to the bank
and obtain investment for two more cows,
then re-mortgage the investment on the four cows for
eight cows and continue to do likewise.
The financial market was flooding with mortgages and
investments in cows’ assets…
No one knows where and who owns the original two cows……???
Then these two original cows grow old and eventually die.
You are surprised when there’s No Asset to back up the mortgage or
repay the loan???
Finally, you ask the government to bail out the collapsing financial cows market.

A FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow
and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create clever cow cartoon images called ‘Cowkimon’ and market
them World-Wide.

A GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and
milk themselves.

A BRITISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are mad.

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.
You break for lunch…

A SWISS CORPORATION
You have 5,000 cows, none of which belong to you.
You charge others for storing them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim full employment and high bovine productivity.
You have the newsman who reported on the numbers arrested.

AN INDIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You worship them.

A MALAYSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sign a 40-year contract to supply milk at RM0.06 per litre.
Then midway through, you raise the price to RM0.60 or cut the supply.
When the buyer agrees to the new price,
you change your mind again and now want RM1.20.
The buyer decides you can keep the milk and they will look for milk
that comes from recycled cows or the cow urine instead.
Your two cows retire together with the Prime Minister.

A SINGAPOREAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
One “cow-peh” and the other “cow-bu”.

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