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I'm a Leprechaun! Sue me.

I image-googled 'rainbow coloured bird'... and found a rainbow coloured slice of cake! *DROOL*

I'm sorry, I just had to post it! The colours are simply gorgeous.

It's An Honest Mistake!

The sneak peak!

This and more, coming your way soon! Watch out for it, and don't forget to join us at the album launch, also in the near future!

Love love love you all.

Signs

I've been talking to God. I decided to try to believe.

Two nights ago, I got into bed, and asked. My one-sided conversation started like this, "God, give me a reason to believe. I know something's out there, but is it you? If it is, tell me. Talk to me. Give me a reason to believe."

I started to fear that something supernatural would happen. I half expected curtains to fly, or silhouttes to appear. Chills went down my spine. I said, "Okay God, give me a reason, but please don't freak me out."

Then the most amazing thing happened: The most familiar peddler's horn sounded. For those of you who hang around me often enough, you'd know that that's the sound my phone makes when I receive a text message.

I got a text message.

I swear, my heart sank into my bed. I freaked out, of course. "Is that you, God???". It took me 10 seconds, but I found the guts to pick up the phone on my bedside table.

New Text Message
Daniel: You're still awake?!?!

-.-

What do you think? Do you think it was a subtle answer from God? Or sheer coincidence? Well, I've always been a believer of coincidence, but the possibility of the other option still remains.

Dan said it's a sign. "I don't even text you this late!", he said. "Einstein once said, coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous".

As beautiful as that sounds, I'm not convinced, because I do believe in coincidence being coincidence and I always demand solid proof. So I told God, "That's not a reason to believe. You have to really shake me if you want me to believe".

"But still, don't freak me out."

End of conversation. I said good night and went to sleep.

Then today, God moved on to Mission Convince Sheryl, Level 2.

I was driving in KL, looking for Bankers Club, where Danielle was having her birthday dinner party (Great night, by the way). So I was told that this place was opposite Times Square. That was all the information I had at that time, so naturally, I got lost. I was driving around Pusat Bandaraya for a full hour, but no Times Square. I went round and round, and at some point I ended up on a small road that was so bumpy as if dynamites had been thrown on its every possible square inch, behind rows of Chinese shops, where lorries were transporting vegetables and old Chinese people were slaughtering chickens.

I got scared, being in an alien place where no one seemed to notice a battered up fire-engine-red Myvi wandering aimlessly, and decided to turn to God. "Oh my God!", "God! What the hell!", and "God save me please", were the only phrases spewing out of my mouth.

Overreacting, maybe. Or maybe they were just figures of speech. I didn't really expect an answer.

So anyhow, I found my way in the end. I got myself onto the road Times Square was on, and right across the road was Armoda Square. I instinctively chose to enter the building, even though I wasn't 100% sure if I was supposed to, and parking rates at that time and day was RM6 per entry. Inside, I got lost. There was a booth that said Customer Service however, so I went there. I rolled down the window and asked the dude if Bankers Club was in that building, but he showed no signs of knowing what I was talking about.

I was about to start freaking out again when suddenly I heard someone call my name. And sure enough, a familiar face! Xian Tze had just arrived from the LRT station, and happened to see a red Myvi wandering aimlessly. I THANKED GOD times 173928462 when I saw him. He got in the car, and led me to a parking spot on the lowest floor. As usual, I misjudged the space I had in front, and long story short, my bumper fell off again. Again, thank God Xian Tze was there because he examined the bumper and immediately knew what to do with it.

After the dinner party, Xian Tze fixed my bumper (using rafia string he had in his bag), and I offered to send him home since it was on the way. AGAIN, thank God for Xian Tze because without him I would've gotten lost trying to get home and although Xian Tze wasn't completely sure of the way either, I wasn't alone. And he was pretty smart with the signs too.

So I dropped Xian Tze off, then went home.

Q1: Why did I enter Armoda Square, eventhough I was doubtful, I'm a cheapo, and entry was RM6?

Q2: Why were Xian Tze and I the earliest ones, who so happened to arrive at the exact same time?

Q3: How did Xian Tze know to look into the red Myvi?

Q4: Why is it that the day I had to drive alone in KL, was the day XT and I were invited to the same party?

Q5: Why did I ask XT to get in before I parked and knocked my bumper off?

Q6: Why does XT know how to fix everything?

Q7: Why did XT have rafia string in his bag for no good reason?

Q8: Why does XT live opposite Pyramid, which was conveniently on the way to my home? And why did I overhear the discussion about his means of transport home?

Possible answer 1: Xian Tze was an angel God sent to me.

Possible answer 2: Coincidence.

Come on, God! It is all very convincing, but it just won't suffice. It's me; Sheryl. Try harder!

But still, don't freak me out.

:D

Love, Sheryl.

Replaying.

(My first rap song :p)

We ended weeks ago.
I'd gotten over the pain,
but then I saw you yesterday
and now it's happening again.

Remember that day?
I waited 'til you were gone
and then I broke down and I cried
but after that I moved on.

But hey, surprise!
Whaddya know? I'm back again.
I try and I try
but I can't seem to keep you away.

Cos I still you hear you say;
Your voice, it keeps replaying,
from the time that you told me
how you were really feeling;

That you're still holding on,
and you just can't move on,
and baby honestly,
that's the way that I go on.

I counted on you to stay,
so please don't walk away,
cos baby honestly,
I need you back today.

I want a fairytale
so get my fucking feet off the floor.
I've had enough of these games.
This shit ain't fun no more.

That's it. That's enough.
I don't remember asking for this;
I wanted love and affection,
instead I get this bullshit.

Babe I'm hearing your voice;
baby is that really you?
Say it is babe,
cos I'm living on those words from you.

Please tell me you ain't leaving;
tell me you're only bluffing,
cos baby it feels like
you were saying this only yesterday:

That you're still holding on,
and you just can't move on,
and baby honestly,
that's the way that I go on.

I counted on you to stay,
so please don't walk away,
cos baby honestly,
I need you back today.

It's in my head;
baby I can't keep it out.
You're screaming and screaming,
I can't go anywhere without it.

Can't take it anymore.
I need you here with me.
I can't stop staring at the door
hoping I'll see you suddenly.

Baby just come back.
I know you're overthinking.
Baby please, don't do that;
that's why this love ain't working.

It's your damn voice I keep replaying;
wanna hear what you're saying.
And babe, I'm still believing,
cos I still hear you saying,

That you're still holding on,
and you just can't move on,
and baby honestly,
that's the way that I go on.

I counted on you to stay,
so please don't walk away,
cos baby honestly,
I need you back today.

,Sheryl.

Why live?

Why are we all different? Why do we spend our entire lives figuring one another out? Why can't we all have the same thoughts, same ideas, same mentalities, same perspectives?

Well, what kind of a life would this be?

Why do we work? Why do we have to put in so much effort to get the things we want? Why don't the good things come easy?

Well... what kind of a life would this be?

Why is it that love is the most complicated, troublesome, emotional, tiresome, stressful, and the biggest hassle, but yet we live, and die, for it? Why love?

But what kind of a life would this be otherwise?


Most of the questions pertaining to life can be answered with that very rhetoric -

What kind of a life would this be?

or

What kind of a life would this be otherwise?

But that doesn't solve our problems, not in the least bit. Because then we ask,

So why live?

Why do we spend our entire lives, working and loving, knowing that every day we only come closer and closer to our deaths? Why do we dedicate our lives to providing for our children, our grandchildren, our great grandchildren, knowing we will not live to see how their lives turn out to be; and that they too, will eventually die?

But I know, those are questions most, if not all people ask. And it is a question no one knows the answer too. But here's something else to think about:

Do you think that maybe, just maybe, some people do end their lives ie. they commit suicide because they ask themselves that question and ultimately decide that the answer is to simply not live?

Maybe?

Does He (A song about Derik Nelson)

I'm feeling a little blue, I put on a song you sang.
Cos I think I'll let your voice cheer myself up.
I've got the video... and I click play.

You sing This Ruined Puzzle, it's Dashboard Confessionals.
The verse you sang beautifully
You're finishing the chorus.
You go "Does he"... and my heart stops.

Say that again
Won't you repeat that?
Something in what you said
made my heart skip a beat
Say that again
Dare you repeat that?
The words that you've sung
What was that?
What just went through my heart?

I brush that aside, I couldn't have felt that.
It must've been a biological glitch.
I shake the thought...

You've gone through verse two, it was out of this world.
I take in the words
And all of a sudden
I hear "Does he"... I think my heart broke.

Say that again
Won't you repeat that?
Something in what you said
made my heart skip a beat
Say that again
Dare you repeat that?
The words that you've sung
What was that?
What just went through my heart?

How did that happen?
What just went wrong?
They were nothing but two simple words...
I'm clutching my heart now,
I'm bracing myself
for the next part...
You sing, "Does he"... There goes my heart.

Say that again
Won't you repeat that?
Something in what you said
made my heart skip a beat
Say that again
Dare you repeat that?
The words that you've sung
What was that?
What just went through my heart?

I am not obsessive mind you! :p

Take me away,
from everything that's left in this world I know.
I'm so afraid to sleep tonight, it's killing me.
It's eating me up
and I don't want to be there when it ends.

Dear Dream Boyfriend.

Keys on the piano black and white.
Tune up the drums, string the guitars.
Get up to the microphone.
Can you hear them when they call our name?

You're like the wind that's by my window pane.
You're screaming my name.
I've always been the song you're whispering.

(Baby whisper to me.)

Would you hear me if I called you in my sleep?
Would you hold me if I told you the truth?

First time we met, it was pretty strange,
and I was way out of my comfort zone,
and seeing your frown only made things worse.

I was so insecure.
It was nothing like what I was used to
but thank God I was there and he knew you.

Would you hear me if I called you in my sleep?
Would you hold me if I told you the truth?
Would you hear me if I called you in my sleep?
Would you hold me if I told you the truth?

You are that forbidden fruit
that if I picked, I would lose.
I don't want to, I don't want to.
Your eyes, I swear they don't lie.
They give me butterflies.
I don't want to, I don't want to.

Would you hear me if I called you in my sleep?
Would you hold me if I told you the truth?
Would you hear me if I called you in my sleep?
Would you hold me if I told you the truth?

Would you hear me if I called you in my sleep?

I shall blog today!

What to blog about what to blog about? I notice my previous posts are all about American Idol. So pathetic. I'll stop. I shall be like everyone else, and blog about my life.

Soooooo
Lately things have been good. No troubles no worries. I wake up everyday with a backache but a clear, free mind. I'm beginning to question my mindset that things could still be way better.

HOoowever, despite there being no troubles, there's still a lot going on in my head in the past couple of days. Won't tell you what they are just yet ;) but if things go my way, I will most definitely parade around ss15 with a loudspeaker and the news.

COLLEGE BEGINS NEXT WEEK (WOOHOO?) ! Orientation Day issss the 18th. Am I looking forward to it? I'm not so sure. Am I excited? Hell yeah. How that makes sense? No clue.

Plans for tomorrow: Asked 2/3 of my sweethearts to come help me clean out my wardrobe. They haven't replied yet but if they don't come I'll be very mad. Can't wait to see them. I'm craving a day in with nothing but best friends, DVDs, pizza, & of course, old clothes.

I talked to God last night. I don't remember asking for anything, but for some reason I have this 'answered prayer' feeling.

Okay byebye.