My Crystal Meth

(Thank You) My crystal Meth
Created,written and produced by Cheryl Lee - copyrighted. (THANKS CHERYL)

You pick me up, and then you tear me apart
You crush my soul, and that’s just a start
You make me feel special, more valuable then gold
You lift my soul and told me to be bold

Thank you, please come again
Thank you for all the pain
Thank you, for this aftermath
Thank you, for being my crystal meth

The drugs begin to peak
Witness my tears, for I cannot stay to speak
For that reason, my conscience plagues at me
I’m fucked up, it’s a fact I can’t disagree

I can blame it on the weather, but I’m still a mess
I wear a smile everyday, and try to look my best
Ignorance is bliss I wish I could never love you
Love is blind, if I had a choice, I would not change this hue

Thank you, for giving up on me
Thank you, setting yourself free
Thank you, for being there
Thank you for all this despair

You taunt my heart, a sense I never knew I had
You know I’m addicted now, but to you I’m last season’s fad
You are my consolation, ironically you are my grief
You are an angel in disguise, you’re my relief

Now I’m lost and depressed from the awful reality
Stuck in this Bermuda Triangle, stuck in this fatality
Now I’ve lost my way back home, and nobody understands
This is not a suicide note, but you are the only one that comprehends

Thank you for being my crystal meth
Thank you for this living death
Thank you for giving me a chance
Thank you for this gothic romance

torn... *edited

Due to unpopular demand, this earlier post has been edited.
Sorry for the unknown publicity.

Bedtime Story.

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him, but was moved by Arthur’s youthful happiness. So he offered him freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer; if, after a year, he still had no answer, he would be killed.

The question was: What do women really want?

Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and, to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. Well, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch’s proposition to have an answer by year’s end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody: the princess, the prostitutes, the priests, the wise men, the court jester. In all, he spoke with everyone but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

What most people did tell him was to consult the old witch, as only she would know the answer. The price would be high, since the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer his question, but he’d have to accept her price first: The old witch wanted to marry Gawain, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur’s closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified: she was hunchbacked and awfully hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage water, often made obscene noises. He had never run across such a repugnant creature. He refused to force his friend to marry her and have to endure such a burden.

Gawain, upon learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He told him that nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur’s life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, their wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered Arthur’s question: What a woman really wants is to be able to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur’s life would be spared. And so it went. The neighboring monarch spared Arthur’s life and granted him total freedom.

What a wedding Gawain and the witch had! Arthur was torn between relief and anguish. Gawain was proper as always, gentle and courteous. The old witch put her worst manners on display. She ate with her hands, belched and farted, and made everyone uncomfortable.

The wedding night approached: Gawain, steeling himself for a horrific night, entered the bedroom. What a sight awaited! The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen lay before him! Gawain was astounded and asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her (when she’d been a witch), half the time she would be her horrible, deformed self, and the other half, she would be her beautiful maiden self.

She asked him which would he want her to be during the day and which during the night?

What a cruel question!!! Gawain began to think of his predicament: During the day a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his home, an old spooky witch? Or would he prefer having by day a hideous witch, but by night a beautiful woman to enjoy many intimate moments?

What would you do? What Gawain chose follows below, but don’t read until you’ve made your own choice.

Noble Gawain replied that he would let her choose for herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time, because he had respected her and had let her be in charge of her own life.

The Moral of the Story: It doesn’t matter if your woman is pretty or ugly, underneath it all, she’s still a witch

picture paints a thousand words...er...actions...

SORRY GUYS THE PICTURE DIDNT TURN OUT WELL HERE. PLEASE CLICK ON IT TO VIEW IT. ITS A GOOD STORY!!! haahahaha

1 year 5 months 23 days

thats how long we've been together. i guess u r special to me coz im dedicating a single post for u here. i will keep everything in my heart and remember it until..... ....

i wish u well and hopefully u find the happiness that you are looking for.
goodbye....



dedicate this Bon Jovi song to u. i will even put it in yur fav colours. its one of my favourite:


I'll Be There For You Lyrics
Artist:Bon Jovi

I guess this time you're really leaving
I heard your suitcase say goodbye
And as my broken heart lies bleeding
You say true love is suicide

You say you've cried a thousand rivers
And now you're swimming for the shore
You left me drowning in my tears
And you won't save me anymore

Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
I'd steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what love can do
I'll be there for you

I know you know we've had some good times
Now they have their own hiding place
I can promise you tomorrow
But I can't buy back yesterday

And Baby you know my hands are dirty
But I wanted to be your valentine
I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby
When you get drunk, I'll be the wine

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
I'd steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what love can do
I'll be there for you

*Solo*

And I wasn't there when you were happy
I wasn't there when you were down
I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby
I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
I'd steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for...

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
I'd steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

updates on my sien toh sei life

Received many comments that my postings have too many bad words.
yes u guys are right, they are too many bad words. yes i shud have censored them. yes u all are an innocent audience.

Just an update of my current boring life in Perth. i've been working like a dog. For those who are not informed, im in the lip service industry, NO ITS NOT ORAL SEX, more of verbal trade. and its not the kinky type. been glad to say that in just 3 days i made around $450-500. which is RM1500. so means hopefuly i will b making nearly $600-700 by the end of the week plus my basic $300 and my bonus $150.
So that means its its $600 + 300 + 150 = MINIMUM $1050. thats RM 3150. Thats wat i made this week. hopefully my performance is a weekly thingy and it doesnt slump. if this continue i will b getting rm12 000 monthly. thats not a bad monthly wage for lip service!!! hahahahah

I've been getting this question alot. "wtf is eskrima?". ok guys now i will explain. Eskrima is a filipino martial art. Its comprises of the use of weapons and also empty hand combat. This is one of the most practical arts in the world alongside Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Savate and also Karate.
But its damn low profile. In malaysaja(dont pay attention to how i label my country.its irrelevant) theres only one place teaching it. therefore im learning it here. ok? want an example? go to youtube and search for it. i will mayb post a video of myself doing it here if i can find a sparring partner. So for those who have filipino maids, dun piss them offf....

bitch housemate - why? bcoz... (continuation)

*Continuation of my Miri story..*


situation 2:

I no need open any door to come in the house. Why? Bcoz all the doors are already open. The same moronic bitch DONT close or lock the house doors 1. not even the gate. Not even when its in the middle of the night or when nobody is at home. So my house is like 24/7 Hari Raya open house liddat, anybody can just enter.

She gives the impression that if any person or dog or wateva creature under the sky(excluding me) wanna fuck her they nonid go thru any trouble at all also. but then again we cannot judge ppl from the way they freely spread legs for any creature under the sky, even if they come from a tiny island called Labuan where ppl dunno how to differentiate the smell of toilet and rotten leftover food. and of course, where police's official uniform there is t-shirt, sarung and slippers...

so i behtahan d bcoz so dangerous leaving the house doors totally open the whole night and day. So i approached her.

Josh: *bitch*, can u pls close and lock the doors when u come home or when u go out? Last week got some ibans robbed some curtin students house d, and the week b4 that indonesians robbed another student's house. So its very dangerous if u leave everything open coz the ppl here quite notorious.
Bitch: (Roll Her Eyes) yEah Right (sarcastically)...

c*bai!!!
and guess wat... bcoz she left the gate open some iban came and stole my football boots... made me cannot play soccer... thats why i bcame so faaaattttttt!!!!!! FUCK U BITCH !!!


Situation 3:
i cannot get back my house deposit. Why? Bcoz this same bitch dont wanna pay her electricity bill. evry day she on aircond 24/7 and her monthly air cond bill, JUST AIR COND ALONE, is nearly Rm200. so she knows im going off d. she went back holidays, dont want to pay her share of the electricity bill bcoz its too high, say we shud divide the WHOLE house bill by 3. The reason she gave the house agent: Kimmy always come over. so im using 2 ppl's share of electricity.
FUCKING LIAR!!!! IM ALWAYS OVER AT KIMMY'S AND IM RARELY HOME, SHE ONLY COME A FEW TIMES TO THE HOUSE, WHY SHUD SHE PAY FOR YOUR AIR COND BILL!!! HOW BOUT YOUR FRIENDS ALWAYS COME OVER EVERYNIGHT N SIT IN THE HALL USE LAPTOP, ON ALL THE LIGHTS WHEN ONLY NEED TWO, FAN, GAS, DIRTY MY TOILET,DIRTY THE KITCHEN, DONT WANT WASH PLATES,TAKE MY DVDS WITHOUT PERMISSION. HOW BOUT WHEN YOU MADE YOUSELF AN OFFICIAL FUCKBUDDY AND YOUR FRIEND COME OVER LATE AT NIGHT TO FUCK YOU WHEN YOU ALREADY HAVE A BF IN AUSTRALIA, THAT ONE NONID COUNT ELECTRICITY? KINETIC ENERGY RIGHT? WHO LEFT THE GATE OPEN AND MY SHOES KENA CURI. ALL THESE WHO TO KIRA WITH?? KAN NI NA!!!

so i phoned all the way from KL to a small island called Labuan to politely ask her to kau tim her side.

Josh: BITCH, can u pls pay your share or tell eileen u will pay your share? bcoz i already paid mine, if u dont pay b4 the new tenant come in i cannot get my share of deposit bcoz the elec bill will b mixed up. and im going off to perth the week after next d.
Lying Bitch: oh, all these i dunno 1 wor, all the bills my mum help me do 1. i dunno wats going on also.

WELL, FUCK YOU AND YOU MOTHER THEN !!!

the bitch housemate - why? bcoz..

ok some real bitching session.
this is a story last sem when i was in Miri.

May and Sam went back to Malaysaja d. pls dont pay attention to how i label my country. thats irrelevant and its another story. SO i hadta shift house. finally found one house. to my delight, the house is vacant so its clean. To my further delight, i found out from my 'female-didnt-shave-armpit-got-hair' housing agent that got two new girls gonna shift in with me... WOOHOO..

But guess wat... woohoo = boohoo. why? bcoz this one particular housemate is the dirtiest and most irresponsible bitch on earth.

Situation 1:
The house stinks. Why? bcoz "somebody" boil soup. cannot finish soup. where do u throw it?
a) into the sink
b) into the drain
c) into the garbage bag and then throw out the garbage bag
d) onto your head and use as shampoo.

"Somebody" chose C. nothing wrong with that, many ppl do that too. Except that she has only half a brain. Thats why she only completed half of C, and didnt have the thinking capacity to do the other half. i reckon if she had no brains at all she would have chosen D. but then again we shudnt judge a person by how they shampoo their hair. even if they are from a tiny little island called Labuan where the offical uniform for the police is t-shirt, sarung and slippers.

So the damn soup stayed in the garbage bag hanging beside the sink which is outside the toilet door for more than one week. n the bag bocor 1. so the soup slowly drip to the floor. and the whole house smelly wif rotten soup and the bag got maggots bcoz of the phai kuat and some of the maggots have already made their way out of the garbage bag.

So day in day out me and the other housemate havta go toilet bathe, brush teeth, shit and pee, tahan-ing the really horrible smell hoping she would clear it soon....
And here's the kicker... i approached her bcoz beh tahan the smell d.


JOsh: *bitch*, yur rubbish is making the whole house smelly. can u pls take it out? (politely)
Bitch: (in a serious, dont accuse me tone) HEy its not MY rubbish smelly ok!!! ITS YOUR TOILET!!!


WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK???!!!

and guess wat she did after that - she really half brain or no brain. she tie up the garbage bag, take it, put near the front door, leaning against a new shelf which was suppose to go into my room. and the bag is bocor 1... so all the soup spilled onto my shelf and it become smelly n dirty, so my room didnt have shelf d.

SOHAI!!! WHY CANT U JUST TAKE THE RUBBISH ALL THE WAY OUTSIDE!! U GOT HALF BRAIN SO ONLY CAN GO HALF THE JOURNEY??? CIBAI U NO BRAIN USE THE SOUP TO SHAMPOO YOUR HAIR LAAAAAA.... DONT LEAN IT AGAINST MY SHELF!!! pukitiau!!!

some old football pics.

Ok. these r my pics from subcon 2007 and wassabay 2006.
JJFC won 3 semesters in a row when i was with them. when i left thankfully they won again this semester. anyway im really proud of JJfc. However, so sayang, no pics of JJFC. bcoz the organizers lost all 3 sems pics. wat a fucking coincidence right. celaka.... really good memories with them. anyway here r some outdoor soccer pics. =)


shit cant find the pics... post it another time

aaarrrggghhh last

officially my bitching session is back
however nothing to bitch yet

anyway its been a reaaaaly long time since i posted mayb a year i think? time flies really fast. from miri to perth. thats the distance i've travelled within this time.

so hows perth? its civilized, but fucking boring. everything closes at 5. im starting to get the impression ppl here are lazy. then this is would be the perfect place for me. coz im fucking lazy.
at least they have first world facilities here AND also first world mentality. Not like 'some' countries which claim they have 1st world fascilities but actually its only 2nd world fascilities, WITH FOURTH WORLD mentality. errhemm we all know which particular country is that. Anyway im not going to go political shitte in my blog coz this is not a political blog like www.malaysia-today.net (which is a damn good website), and i do not want to get into trouble. However this is a bitching session blog therefore sometimes i will b a political bitch.

Why r my words appearing so slowly here? its like blogspot lag. hmmm..dunno is it the website or just my comp.

anyway its good to put bitching session up n running or walking perhaps crawling again. its nice to actually write again. =)

more to come... lotsa stuff to catch up.. one year's stories and present stories too =)