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Name: Sherlene
Country: Australia
Metro: Perth
Birthday: 5/13/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: law/comm graduate. travel junkie. stewardess wannabe. whacked. perpetual eater. music obsessor. everything obsessor. shuai ge appreciator. professional whinger. hopeless procrastinator. vicious cycle swinger. melancholy muser. realistic optimist. trust fearer. bargain hunter. fanatical ebayer. imagination overloader. perpetual freeloader. predisposed judger. shallow criticiser. 50 year old in disguise(r). rationalising stammering fool. secret attention craver and vainpok. contentment seeker. wisdom devourer. sleep addict. omniscience hunter. theory creator. mercenery hoarder. celebration shunner. people lover. people hater. hermit admirer. bald animal lover. conversational constipation. mirror fearer. cockroach laugh-er. pet mouse killer. starving poet wannabe. randomness purveyor. fantastic driver. camwhore.
Expertise: Being a Kaypoh. (Also: Being Misunderstood as Being a Kaypoh)
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MSN: sherlene_heng@hotmail.com
Member Since:
8/15/2004
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By Elijah Wood, Jennifer Connelly, Crispin Glover, Christopher Plummer, Martin Landau
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So I stayed in tonight and the only reason why I even wanted to go out at all was so that I could take photos to prove I had been out.
I have problems.
Help.
Then again, I didn't actually go out, so maybe that counteracts the fact that I even thought it at all!
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| I am Lookbooking www.lookbook.nu / Sartoralisting thesartoralist.blogspot.com / Purseblogging www.purseblog.com / Net - A - Portering (although not actually ordering) www.net-a-porter.com... and have been for the last Couple Hours. OMG why, Sherlene, why!
I am in fact and actually so freakishly bored that I am Actually Reading Fashion Commentary. Tonight I've even read a whole series of threads on the Vogue Forums forums.vogue.com.au to figure out what I should be buying for summer (apparently light denim, playsuits, maxi dresses, nude, light pink, embellishments, plimsoles, gold jewellery, one piece bathers, tie dye, and chunky heels). I have read review after review of these bloody Chanel bags and compared lambskin with caviar and mademoiselle locks with CC locks about a hundred times. I've even found a website dedicated to Why I Should Buy A Speedy. I've found thread after thread about women confused as to whether they should buy the Speedy or the Neverfull, and then the Neverfull GM, MM, PM!? In monogram or damier? Speedy 25, 30, 35, 40? In epi, in vernis, in monogram, in damier, with roses, perforated, graffiti-ed, initialed, charmed?
I'm deciding if I want to be tanned or stay out of the sun this summer? Should I rebond my hair or leave it in it's original (and currently particularly unattractive, even for me) state. Do I need more pupil enlarging coloured contacts? Should I fly to Singapore and cut myself some eyelids? Is MAC just not doing it for me and do I need to start using liquid eyeliner or gel eyeliner or perhaps I could just get eyelash extensions again and not worry about it all.
Do I need a rack for my shoes so that I can organise them in order of height? Colour? Material? Order of usage? (No but I really do honestly need to take my clothes out of cardboard cartons - the top I wore to work today was so disgustingly crumpled I was embarrassed to leave my office (not that I actually do anyway but you know)) Is wearing long socks in summer too weird? Blazers in summer? Will it really matter when it's 40 degrees? When can I retrieve my headbands from Ken? Should I soak off my nails yet (the answer is yes btw, two have fallen off and they're kinda grotesque and I'm still too lazy to do them) and then should I have them french manicured again, or painted coral, yellow, teal, puke green, striped and should they have round tips, square tips, square round tips, pointed tips.
Man, women are stupid, and I'm becoming one of them.
(Oh and btw, I'm not actually bagging Shermaine; I think her dress sense is quite the awesome nowadays even though sometimes she looks like she might be um, drowning in her clothes. It's just that Shermaine is the fashion blog addict sister wannabe fashion editor cross dressmaker think little Jenny Humphrey and I am the CNN reading sister (although not even that because apparently I am not as bimbotically 'in the closet' as I think I am) think Ugly Betty ahem but whereas Shermaine at least likes understated expensive pieces that no one has ever heard of except her select group of like, 4 people, and the designer, I ACTUALLY like LV and Chanel and all those rich-kid-turned-taitai brands. And I can't even claim cool points for liking vintage the-above - I just like the normal stuff!)
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| [[edit]] OMG I'm so bored I'm reading Gossip Girl recaps on Purseblog! Get them on http://www.purseblog.com/on-screen/ (.)
So I'm up to Gossip Girl S03E08 and they're discussing the ever recurring topic in my life: having no friends! Which just makes me want to blog about it, even though everyone is by now ridiculously tired of reading about how Sherlene has no friends whinge whinge whinge and thoroughly offended by it! There's a whole lot of subplots as usual, but my take on Episode 8 is that it should be entitled Blair Finds A Friend. So she's currently at NYU and she realises that OMG she has no friends. In high school she really only had Nate whom she was dating and 'S' (they're currently fighting - and it's amazing how she manages to get her face smashed in cake AND still look good) and oh, a few minions, but they remained at Constance... And now she can't find any friends at NYU because *tosses hair* they're such like, plebes, and although she's found some new minions, they're just part of the...staff... So she makes this new friend based on the fact that the girl owns a bag with a waiting list and THEN she realises that the friend is a high priced call girl! So she turns to Chuck and says 'it's ok, I have you'. ANYWAY, so yesterday I had a 'predrinks' at my place; it wasn't actually a pre-ANYTHING given that no one had the intention of heading anywhere, but we're used to calling it that anyway. And my 4 guests get to the door and are like "What? You mean it's just us?" Hahaha, so I totally fail in having parties nowadays. I can't be bothered to invite people, the people I invite I can't be bothered to chase up because it just makes me stressed and depressed, and I actually believe that half the people I invite won't come anymore anyway so why even bother. I know I've been saying this for years; but this time I think it's true. I never really had a fixed group; and although there's been really fun times, and I love being part of something, like in final year when I organized stuff for UWAMJC and SSS and went out drinking those other times, and karaoke, and bumped into people we knew at Metros, and just around Northbridge, found excuses to skip classes, did stuff while procrastinating, just did stuff for the hell of it, actually went on MSN and enjoyed it... as more people go interstate or overseas, or drift apart with work and other commitments, or just develop different interests and go in different directions, the circle of friends you have decreases pretty significantly. I know some people make lots of friends at work, but to date I've been pretty slack in that area; like I pretty much sit in my office all day, don't lunch with anyone so I can get more crap done, don't stay for Friday drinks, just try and get home so I can sit down and do absolutely nothing... And then there's the boyfriend thing; having one makes you complacent and lazy, definitely lazy. It's just so easy to do stuff with this one person instead of organizing stuff and having to consider other people wants, needs, and feelings... I mean like in Japan; sure it was definitely fun to go with 4 people and we probably did more stuff with 4 people that we might not do if it were just me and Ken, but it would undoubtedly just have been simpler to split up (which we did) at times and do our own thing - like with Ken we can treat each other like crap and demand our own way and it's still ok...usually... or to phrase it nicely, we ahem, compromise unconsciously or some flowery crap like that...
I've forgotten the point of this post; I suppose I do treasure the friends I do have, but I'm worried that this involuntary 'weeding process' is going to weed out too many people that I am / was close to, and that I'm going to end up sad and lonely and pathetic at not too far away in the future... Oh yeah, and Gossip Girl is not that bimbotic after all? On second thoughts, scrap that, GG Is That Bimbotic. Ugh. Just offhand, I really wish everything I owned was not contained in cardboard cartons so I could actually dress up and not be so lazy to find an outfit that I have been sitting around in this dress for 48 hours. Ew.  (Btw, they seem to do a lot of sleeping in this season, and I mean actual real sleeping, and not the other sleeping!)
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| There are too many things to say about Japan and having been a week, it already feels like way too long ago, so I am not going to post about Japan. But it was fun. Tiring. But fun. *fob pose*
Instead, I am going to post about...people on the bus! How supremely unexciting.
Except I quite like observing people on the bus! Yesterday there was:
1) a dero mother and daughter - the mother looked like she was on drugs and the daughter was all of 10 and looked like a very short 30 year old (it was actually quite sad);
2) a weird woman who kept reading the magazine of the woman next to her (and wasn't even trying to be inconspicuous - she would point at something in the magazine and attempt to make conversation repeatedly and get totally shut down);
3) a whole bunch of fluoro vested tradies;
4) this filipina looking chick who looked like one part Rebecca Logan off Greek (but filipina) and one part hooker (I think the thick blue eyeshadow kinda ruined the general hotness);
5) a very angry Indian wife and her very short Indian husband speaking to each other angrily in Indianish;
6) a lot of Indians, foolstop;
7) one very gay man speaking on his mobile in his very gay voice;
8) a girl with very furry arms;
9) a dude in a Wocko Wacko tshirt with large thick glasses carrying a PINK UKELELE.
And this, my friends, is a cross section of the current population of Australia. I'm a bit disturbed.
Anyway I came home from New Moon last night and Sherbert were watching Up on TV and I must admit that within the first 10 minutes I had cried a little (hahaha). New Moon on the other hand is a completely pointless, pathetic, and annoying movie. These movies really get on my nerves. Like 120 minutes later, nothing has happened, there have been no action sequences (except some wolves chasing a dude with dreadlocks in which case I could just go watch the Discovery Channel), and EVERYONE KEEPS TALKING ABOUT THEIR FREAKING FEELINGS!
Like what!? I'm all for character development, but the characters do not have to say I Love You every 10 minutes, compare each other to the sun in the sky and the moon and yada yada, speak in stupid poetic language, try and commit suicide to be together, behave in annoying ways, etc. And why are millions of girls everywhere in love with Robert Pattinson! He's like incredibly weird looking from the red contacts and freaky pale greeny skin AND his makeup in the Volturi scene looked really weird like they forgot to put white paste on him from neck downwards.
Um, so that is my movie review. Then again, I didn't really like the first one either. I'd rather watch the worst Harry Potter movie again than watch this (what IS the worst movie anyway; probably the one when Voldemort grew out of the dude's brain?).
OK OK I know I'm too old for EITHER series; in my defence, Ken was the one that wanted to watch New Moon!
And btw here's an awesome review of the 4th book in the series hahaha http://chud.com/articles/articles/21684/1/THE-DEVIN039S-ADVOCATE-WHY-BREAKING-DAWN-MUST-BE-MADE-INTO-A-MOVIE/Page1.html
If you happen to be reading this and have been checking out my Japan photos on Facebook; here's what's going to be on the next lot (when I finally get round to doing them):
(Me: as an alien muahahahaha)
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| My mom and I spent all Thursday night carting boxes out of my place...and into my mom's place...
How absolutely CRAZY is it that a whole 6 months has passed since May and now I'm back at my parents'! I can't just scoot over here for dinner anymore, and when I'm tired of them, drive back home... I can't have whoever I want over whenever I want, or leave everything lying around for days, or walk around half dressed cooking Shin Ramyun and dancing to Pitbull, or pee with the door wide open... ... ... (well I could but it would be highly embarrassing when Rob and all of Shermaine's other friends decide to suddenly appear at my place!)
I slept over here yesterday and I swear it was so weird to be around people all the time. My family isn't even that bad; no one is really home much what with working odd hours (my mom has appointments all the time and my dad works til about 1am) and weird going out hours (like Shermaine going to uni at 1am...)...but it's just...not the same...!
Shermaine and I share a wardrobe and OMG I cannot stand it I am definitely swapping rooms with her ASAP! I swear at least three times yesterday someone walked into my room while I was asleep and it was crazy disconcerting - that just Does Not Happen when you live by yourself or if it does you quickly scream very loudly, hope to hell your neighbours hear you, and dial 000!
Today it's not even like I have a choice; the place is rented out for real!
Not that I'm complaining with the rent I'm pulling - at $350 a week I figure it won't be long before I can actually buy my Chanel without being broke! There's actually a washing machine here so I don't have to lug stuff around, and I can just walk downstairs to get food instead of driving down the street to the supermarket coz my cupboards are so empty!
Still, I'm gonna miss my place - it was great while it lasted!
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