Misty Street

No Real Talent

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:03:00 +0000

Although I've been taking piano lessons since I was five (on and off), I feel I have no real talent. In other words, I'm just another trained pianist.

Recently, I've been watching videos of people playing the piano on Youtube, later trying to play the same song. I found that when I play the piano, even with the exact same song, it always sound far worse than those I've seen on the videos. I guess my playing just doesn't have the "oomph" in it. As in emotion.

I'm emotionless. Oh noes.

Anyway, I tried to "feel" the music when I play. Bad choice. I screwed up at 384973943 parts of the song, because I'm just pure bad at multi-tasking. I couldn't concentrate on both the physical and emotional aspect of piano-playing.

I totally need a new hobby.

~ Angelina

And I Thought I'd Never Be Random

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 12:18:00 +0000

It's strange how dreams change, and how an I, once an aspiring scientist, switched my goals towards becoming a criminal psychologist to the current solicitor. Actually the last one was somewhat my mum's choice.

Anyway...

Many years ago, before the Malaysian education system ruined my ambition, my dream was to actually genetically combine traits from various animals and come out with an entirely new species.

And I suddenly lost the motivation to continue this post. I think I'm suffering from A.D.D.. I can't friggin' concentrate in class because while my lecturer is talking about the Human Rights Act, my head is in South Africa watching a "live" wildlife documentary.

Hmm, you know, I really want to go to the U.K. because I think it'll be really fun.
I also want to get a pet chicken again.

I THINK I'VE LOST IT!!!

~ Angelina

People of Malaysia

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 10:44:00 +0000

My lecturer was one of many to declare their distaste of their own country, our country, Malaysia.

My classmates told us stories of how non-Malays were humiliated in public in their National Service camp.

Many of my friends with constant outstanding results were denied scholarships from the government.

Any many, many more.

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So many have voiced their opinions on the racial discrimination happening in Malaysia.

Frankly, I've heard about it, read about it, but never felt it.

And I'm a Chinese.

In fact, I LOVE all the races in Malaysia. Don't ask me why.

I get a warm, fuzzy feeling when people of other races treat me nicely.

Once, there was this Indian cleaner lady at the parking lot near my college where I parked my car. As I got down, she waved and smiled at me and greeted me a "good morning". I smiled back and returned the greetings. What's more, it was the first time we met.

Today, as I was going back, a Malay resident in my neighbourhood was just walking out of her house to her car. I gave her a tiny smile, and she returned a nice, warm one.

Oh, right! One more thing! When I was in National Service, I called out to one of my Malay trainers to ask about the schedule. She replied, "Ya, sayang?" ("Yes, dear?" in English)

I think that people of other races are really sweet to me. I really don't know how people in some places can fight because of their skin colour like there's no tomorrow.

Personally, I've never heard people insulting people of the other race. Though, I've heard of some other people's experiences.

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I think that generally, most Malaysians want to live peacefully. As long as not provoked or hate-incited by the government, I think Malaysia will be a really peaceful place to live in.

So, in conclusion:
Do I dislike the current government? Yes.
Do I dislike Malaysia? No.
Do I like Malaysia enough to want to stay and contribute to the country? No, as of yet.

~ Angelina

Age Transition - The Return

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 19:03:00 +0000

It's 3am. Two essays incomplete. Due tomorrow. Or, I should say, in a few hours' time.

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I guess I wouldn't be able to properly concentrate on my tasks if I didn't blog this out. I think I'm going through another age transition. This is my second one, I think.

The first was about 3 or 4 years ago. The advancing to secondary school took me to a different level of life. I felt like I was a kid, but life showed otherwise. Homework required a different level of thinking, a higher level of maturity to be exact. I wasn't ready to think like an all-matured teenager. All I longed, at that stage, was to play catch with my friends and argue over which guy was cuter.

But the demands of the society were different. They wanted to see a statistic of many A's and watch you bury yourself in a mountain of books every hour of the day. The demands of home greatly differs with what we enjoy with our friends. I guess I got confused without knowing it, and thus got very depressed (dig up my previous posts, don't be shocked). I couldn't understand why I was feeling angry and sad for no reason, but I guess I do now.

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I sense another transition coming, again. In fact, I think it is already happening. As much as I want to continue feeling like a carefree teenager with no worries, I couldn't.

At first, I thought college life was fun. The lecturers don't chase you with a cane for your homework. They do not even yell or scold. It is more like, "If you wanna do your homework, then that's good. If you don't, I don't really care either, it's not my results, it's not my problem."

Joo thought I'd be happy with this situation. I thought I'd love the extra freedom. But I guess I was wrong. Previously, the fate of our results is a burden of the teachers. They were the ones who carry the stress, they were the ones who worry for us. They cane, they scream, they nagged. All we need to do is complete our homework, study and grumble.

Now, they don't worry for us anymore. We have to worry about our results, we have to take the initiative to walk that extra mile, our future is now really in our hands. I hate to admit this, but, I think I'm missing school. I swore back then that I would never miss school, but I guess I was wrong.

The society in college is so different from school. They act differently, talk differently and have all sorts of attitudes, most which do not really appeal to me. This tiny taste of the outside world made me feel like I was a katak di bawah tempurung (frog in the well). I realised that there was much of life which I have not seen.

And to have all that coming to me all of a sudden (with my AS level exams four months after my first day in college), I think I'm feeling confused all over again. I really, really hope the depression wouldn't come back. Those were the worst years of my life. Or bittersweet, I would say. It is so bad that it is an unbearable bitter stage, but so good at the same time that it is extraordinarily sweet.

I really want to have "fun" in a teenager's context, but I couldn't. Because what was fun to me then, wasn't now. A few months back, I was a highly-obsessed Sims fan. Now, I couldn't even start to imagine how much time that game would strip off me. My daily-dos mostly alternate between college work and my mum's work. I wish I could literally buy time for leisure. Unfortunately, the universe doesn't work that way. If only they have personal blackholes for sale, I could bend space-time and slow things down.

Things are just moving too fast, way to fast. So fast I couldn't even grasp onto my life and hold it into position that I just feel like I'm falling apart. Falling into a high-density blackhole faster than the speed of light, where part of me falls faster than the rest; slowly, or rather, exceedingly quickly tearing me apart.

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4am. Still have two essays to complete. Time doesn't wait. See what I mean?

P.S.: I just noticed, this is my 100th post. Happy 100th post to me.

~ Angelina

In Remorse

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 15:42:00 +0000

I was on my way to college when I had my first car accident today. As would any other first-timers, I was terrified to the bone. My phone's credit was expired. My parents were not there to back me up. I felt like a little lamb trying to fend for itself in a wolves' lair. My first thought was - the driver would call the police, the police would come and take me, handcuffed, to the police station, I would be heavily beaten up by them, and my parents would bail me out the next day. I thought my license was going to be withheld. I worried for almost every single thing I could think of.

My mind was blank. I had no idea whatsoever of what am I supposed to do or what was going to happen.

A man in his forties came down from the black Myvi. I listened to my uneven heartbeat as he slowly walked towards my car. He was going to scream at me, I thought. I winded down my window, feeling terrified and hopeless. I began to plead with whatever words I could think of, my two shivering hands clasped together.

"I'm so, so sorry. Can you please call my father? Please forgive me, I'm just a new driver, I just got my license, I'm inexperienced. I think my brake is faulty."

I know the last excuse was pathetic, but what else could I do? The slightly balded man was silent through my impromptu "redemption". I noticed he had a small bandage over his forearm while he continued to ignore what I was saying.

He finally voiced out, "Mat yeh hou mah?" (What's number is it?)

Oh, crap. No wonder he didn't say anything. He didn't even understand my "speech"! Feeling stupid, I gave him my father's phone number. He called my father and they started having a conversation in Cantonese which I could only partly understand. Finally, he passed his phone to me. My father asked me not to be afraid, and that he will settle whatever damages with him. I think I must have looked really innocently horrified, because I overheard something in Cantonese that sounded like it meant, "She looks so afraid her face has a bad colour."

Finally, he asked me to give him some basic details like my name, IC, car number, address, etc. I apologised to him one final time before he let me off.

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Night came. We (my mother, father and me) were talking about the matter over the dinner table. After what I've heard, my heart fell. Guilt surged through my veins. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I almost broke down.

I found out that the bald man was a kidney failure patient. He was from somewhere south of Selangor and had to travel to Klang to borrow his friend's car to travel to Kuala Lumpur to carry out his weekly dialysis (blood transfusion). He had been doing this for nine years. The friend who lent him his car was a person who treasured his car a lot, but due to strong friendship and sympathy, willingly lent his car to this man, the victim.

I felt so bad. But what could I do? Even though my parents have repaid the damages, I still feel a sense of guilt, like I've done great harm to this humble and considerate man, who did not even criticise my driving, let alone scream.

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The world is unfair. There are rich and evil people, and tonnes of poor and good-hearted. I will one day earn enough; enough to satisfy my wants, and to help all the people who I see are deserving. That day will come. I will make a difference, even if it's just to one person's life, I will know that I have tried.

To the victim of my unintentional carelessness, I thank you for your kindness and understanding. I know you will not see this, but at least the world will know that there are still many good people out there. I am very, very sincerely sorry about what have happened, but what is done, is done. Compensating you is the most I could do. With this, I bid you good luck in everything you do, especially if it's health-related. May you always be blessed.

~ Angelina

Another Rant hums

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Mon, 04 May 2009 23:44:00 +0000

The human rant:

I hate humans.

Need a reason? No worries. I have tonnes. Humans are pesky, hypocritical, self-worshipping, money-minded, hard-headed creatures that are currently destroying the earth because they are pesky, hypocritical, self-worshipping, money-minded and hard-headed.

And yeah, by using the term "human", I'm referring to myself too, no need for those "what about you?" comments.

The parent rant:

I think I want to stop socializing. And I mean like cutting off all the cheesy smiles and insincere wavings. Because my mum thinks that I treat other people better than her. She thinks I love my friends more than I love her.

But, cut the drama, how the hell do I treat her like a normal person when she's acting like, I don't know, funny? Is that the right term to use? Every time I talk to her; well, fine, 80% of the time; I can't get a decent answer out of her.

Me: And so just now at school, my friends and I were... *talks about school*
Her: Mm hmm.
Me: *finally done* So, where are we going later?
Her: Mm hmm.
Me: Should I just go and die?
Her: Mm hm... What? What were you saying? Sorry I didn't catch that.

AND SHE THINKS THAT I DON'T MAKE AN EFFORT? I mean, if I talk to much about myself, then fine. But what about the other things? Like asking what are we eating later, or what are we going do after that? All "mm hmm", "mm hmm", and "mm hmm". And then she would blame me that I talk to her when her mind is the busiest like I read minds. Then, she'll go on and on and on about how she'll go about her business, how is this going, how is that going and how I should be helping her.

She doesn't listen to what I say, and expects me to listen to her?

I'm fed up already.

The self rant:

None. What? I said I was human.

The Reason Why

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 12:42:00 +0000

Okay, so I promised to update on my chicken pox condition. The reason why they asked my family to bring me from Melaka all the way back to Selangor is this:

Horrible, I know.

They were ALL OVER my face. And there are a few in my eye. I could hardly open them. They're also all over my throat and mouth. Had to have a liquid diet for a few days.

Due to my hideousness, I cannot face anyone. I get stared at everywhere I go. I think people must've been thinking that I contracted some kind of dangerously infectious skin disease or something. Therefore, I disguised myself:

Cool huh? ;D

The above pictures were days ago. About two days after I return from camp. And this is a picture I took just minutes before this post:

Still hideous, but not as hideous as when the poxes were still fresh.

And when a girl has her beauty robbed from her, you don't wanna go near her. Cause she's gonna be dangerous. Waaaaaay too dangerous for you to handle. Rawr!

And now in the story of Beauty and the Beast, the Beast changed its sex.

P.S.: I'm going back to national service tomorrow, which is Saturday. Gotta be there before 5.30pm.

~ Angelina

Argh

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 07:25:00 +0000

So I was sent back from the national service cause I got chicken pox. Feeling worse as the days pass.

I feel horrible. The lumps are all over my throat. Every swallow is a battle. A painful one.

Will relate the full story later. Got sent home to sleep.

~ Angelina.

Away (Yet Again...)

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 11:16:00 +0000

I'll be serving the national service for the next three months. I'll be back on March 11 (if nothing goes wrong). Please pray that you don't see me in the papers.

GOODBYE EVERYONE!!! *wipes tears*

P.S.: Please leave good luck wishes in my comment box =x

New Look

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 07:02:00 +0000

So I decided it is time to redesign my blog, thanks to the bunch of free time I have in my hands. I finally found a picture of a street *ahem*...trail...*ahem* but it was kinda blurry, and it wasn't even misty. Thanks to photoshop, a sharpened and now misty street (fine, trail) is now the header of my blog! It looked nice when I first tested it out on my template-tester blog, but when I transferred it here and added those widgets, it looks clogged up! :(

Anyhow, what do you think? Is it better? Worse? I think the colours are a little weird, but I can't think of how to recolour them so I just left it like that. Leave me a comment and tell me what you think :) *waits for a once-in-a-blue-moon visitor to rate*

~ Angelina

Christmas Turkey

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 06:00:00 +0000

I was on Facebook, and a Turkish guy added me. Here's a pic of our short chat.

Someone just can't wait for the Christmas turkey to be served.

~ Angelina

Who are we?

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 13:13:00 +0000

Things are not always what it seems to be. True. Are people always who they seem to be? I don't think so. I personally am incapable of expressing myself through words of mouth, though the thought exists. However, by putting thoughts into words, such as this post, makes expression possible. I wish I were better in words vocally, however, because I fail to communicate myself well to others, and I think that it has caused anger build-up. I think I need to join some anger management programme or something, because my blood seem to boil with the simplest spark of fire. I just feel so... angry at times. Maybe my blog is the perfect dose of medicine!

Every time we see a smile on someone's face, do we ever stop to wonder if the same smile is in the person's heart? No. Usually we assume that what we see is the truth. And sometimes we get highly jealous of that assumed truth, or in some cases, make more assumptions out of the assumed truth. For instance, if you are trying to beat someone in the sense of wealth (without the knowledge of that person), displayed through actions and not words, such as working towards buying a bigger car than the person; and one day that person comes to you with a smiling face and chats at usual, while still having a bigger car than you, what do you think is the reason behind that smile? Is it a I'm-so-happy-to-see-you smile? Is it a I'm-just-having-a-good-day smile? Or is it a I'm-still-better-than-you-smile? Actually, either of them has the same possibility and probability of truth than the others, but the urge of trying to beat that person usually clouds your thoughts, automatically making the third reason your assumed truth. Isn't it fascinating how the human mind works? From just a plain smile, so many meanings can be derived from it, and there are a million and one possible reactions to the derived meanings.

Ahh... Isn't simplicity waaaay too complex to understand? :)

~ Angelina

Transition

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 09:12:00 +0000

SPM is finally over. And I'm not impressed with what I've done. But what the heck, what's done is done. Now I'm facing a transition, an age transition, from teenagerhood to adulthood. I prefer to see it as a successful escape from the Dark Ages, the age where people are forced to do things they hate, like studying. I don't mind studying actually, I can even love it, it's just that I hate studying what I'm forced to study, and not what I like. But then, what the heck again, it's over!

AND... I'm due for national service at the end of this year. Gotta report in on the 27th of December. My camp's at Melaka, on a Chempedak Mountain (Bukit Chempedak). Too bad it's not Bukit Rambutan - I'M A HUGE RAMBUTAN FAN!

Feeling lazy, might update again somewhere before 27th of December. Ciao.

~ Angelina

Quahrrels

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 16:19:00 +0000

Quarrelling. Seems to run in the family. Is it because of the surname QUAH? Quahrellings.

It makes me sad that I always have quarrels with my mum. She just doesn't want to admit that she is in the wrong and the word "sorry" does not exist in her vocabulary. Every time something goes wrong, the finger points to me, the shouting is towards me, and the blame is put on me. Sometimes it makes me wonder, if I am dead, will all these still happen? Is it only then she will realise that I am not the cause of her "misery"?

Another quarrel, yesterday. With the tone sounding like I murdered someone, she blamed me for something she THOUGHT she asked me to do, which she didn't, and after I told her, she did not believe me. Then the you-should-know speech started, and again, my fault. And being the innocent party, I REFUSE to speak or look at her. Well, that's my way of "showing my temper".

Later that night, well, according to my stepfather; she told him that she was sad about my attitude, bla bla bla. And today, I still refuse to initiate any communication with her. And just now, my stepfather gave me a lecture on how I'm supposed to give in BECAUSE I'M THE DAUGHTER.

I AM THE DAUGHTER SO WHAT? ACCUSE ME OF MURDER ALSO MUST NOD?

Of course, I refuse to give in. Then, he started talking about respect. For your information, I RESPECT WITH A REASON LOR! You don't respect me, for what I respect you? I am also a human with feelings, not a wall for you to scream at when you're in a bad mood. Then, he started saying about her not feeling well and stuff, and that maybe all the symptoms "are caused by a growth". Oh, so using death to threaten me now la? Then I also can say, I got depression, I MIGHT SUICIDE ANY MOMENT SO APPRECIATE ME MORE!

And I remember some email she sent me a couple of weeks ago telling me that I was rude. If I am rude, then her? One sentence can kill a man? Hypocrite.

This post is not to show any disrespect or whatsoever, but sometimes she is just too much, and there is just so much I can stand. I need a place to voice out my dissatisfaction and opinions, and thus the existence of my blog.

~ Angelina

The Semi Boss

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:27:00 +0000

If you think being the kid of the person in authority of a certain place is cool, you're wrong. I don't know about the ministers' kids, or Bill Gates' daughter; but I know I hate it when people treats me like a little princess to try and jack their boss, in this case, my mum.

Little presents, delicious treats, ang paus during the Chinese New Year...

"Oh, hey! I got this for your daughter!"

"Wow, she's growing taller!" (Stupid, I know I've never made an inch since Primary 6)

All these, clear signs of insincerity. I mean, if they were so downright sincere, why didn't they give little gifts to others? Their colleagues have children too, why not give them gifts? Why me? At my mum's office, I'm always the smartest, tallest, prettiest, gorgeous person there. Yet people who don't know me wouldn't give me a second glance. If I'm that perfect, don't you think the paparazzi would be all over me?

I hate being the semi boss, they treat me good to get a promotion, they treat me good to get a raise, but since when am I treated good for being myself? I dread stepping into the office on Fridays (earlier school dismissal), the staffs will all still be there. Once I step in they'll go all high-pitched saying, "Oh, look! Here's Madam Julie's daughter! Awww!"

I FEEL UNEASY ONE YOU KNOW?!!

You know, the next time I get a job, I'll know what NOT to do - shower my boss's kid with goodies. You know my future boss's kid, I know exactly how you feel *pats imaginary back*

And my mum says, "Privileged kids don't know how to appreciate."

***

You know about my previous posts on how I hate studying Chinese language? Now I've totally changed my mind (not the part where I have to memorize 260 idioms for SPM, of course). Studying that language isn't so bad after all, the second worst part has passed, which is my primary school times, and now the last obstacle is waiting! SPM! All I have to do is bear that 260 idioms for another about 4 months, THEN I'M FREE! And I'll be recognized as somebody who can speak and write in 3 languages, and speak 2 dialects in China (Hokkien and Cantonese actually, although I only know some basics for Cantonese, and don't understand what people are saying half of the time :D).

The reason why I have this sudden change of mind is because my Chinese language teacher introduced to us a new university that is going to be opened in Malaysia. It is ranked the 4th best university in China, and even the natives are having a hard time trying to apply to study there. What's better is that - it is compulsory for all students to study in ShangHai for their last year. STILL NEED TO MAKE COMPULSORY MEH? No need to force also I go :D Then maybe I can use this opportunity to penetrate China's market, and then make money, and be rich, and... and...

AND! This is what I call a truely privileged person, not because I'm the kid of a boss, because I'm capable of balancing 3 languages, 3 science subjects, 2 math subjects, history, EST and still having "very good moral values", in a normal-sized human brain! I'm not a genius, I'm not one of the smartie gang, but I'm definitely more privileged. I admit that I don't score good grades for the science subjects, like I said, I'm no genius; but, who says I'm gonna pursue something that I'm not interested in anyway? :D

I just don't think that it is necessary to study hard for something that I don't like, for instance, my science subjects. I wouldn't wanna lose my fun little teenagerhood just to be at the top 10, I know many others who would, but just not me. Maybe I prefer to be like every other teenager and stick with the late hand-ins and rules breaking :) Don't get me wrong, I ain't no big-time rules breaker, but some rules are meant to be broken, so I did just that! Don't look at me with that stare, don't tell me you haven't broken any rules before?

Then again, maybe that's how I stopped myself from being that little emo girl I was years ago. I changed my lifestyle, I changed my perception of school, I changed what I think is more beneficial to me mentally and emotionally. I changed my views on life. I ain't one of the top-scorers like I was before, yet I am undeniably happier. I don't get stressed up on a B anymore. Not even on a C now. I simply just pay more attention, that's all I need for a happy life, and that is how it is meant to be for me, for my life :)

God's Contradiction

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:18:00 +0000

I quote this from a thread on Facebook debating about the existence of God.

You fool. Oh, and I'm allowed to call you a fool, but you aren't allowed to insult me:
“whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire."(Matt 5.22)

Although interestingly Jesus wasn't much good at following his own rule:

"Ye fools and blind..."(Matt 23.17)”

I had a good laugh.

Schooling - Local & Overseas

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:59:00 +0000

Have you ever wonder how life will be, if you had taken that step? That step that might just lead to the better and had every other chance for the worst? Life is full of what-if's. And a little what-if question just resurfaced on my mind, the question I had asked myself five years ago.

What if I had been smart enough and got awarded the ASEAN scholarship when I was in Standard 6? How would my life in Singapore be? Will I fit in? Will I be happier? Will I still be discriminated like I've always been all my primary school life?

If only I had put in more effort than no effort that year, if only I knew how important that scholarship was to me when I was 12 years old, if only I felt the love I felt towards that country since I first set foot there last year...

If only...

Yes, I'm still emo about that sad memory until now.

Then again, I would miss loads of events happening in my family, in Malaysia (no, it ain't bout the love for my country).

1. I would miss the birth of my 3rd and 4th uncle's first child. And second. And third.

2. I would miss the quick-paced progress of my mother's career.

3. I would miss my chickens.

4. I would never have met my goodie goodie good genius friends.

5. You might not be reading this now.

6. I would be asking "What if I DIDN'T get the scholarship?"

7. I would be facing a huge risk of being sent back to Malaysia due to my hollow skull.

8. I might get too stressed mentally and socially and then commit suicide.

9. I would declare the 8th point as untrue because I LOVE MYSELF TOO MUCH :)

10. I would die of starvation. (Singapore's food price too expensive larrr T.T)

I would say that it's fated for me to stay in Malaysia and then die due to SPM stress, but since I still don't believe in God because you haven't gave me a scientifically logical reason on His existence, so I guess I'll just say that I want to give myself more time to prepare to become independant because I really might die due to immaturity *self-consoling*.

Enough about dying! I'm making it seem like I'd die either way -_-

PS: I actually started using hair conditioner today. My hair turned so smooth immediately, I swear if I was Rapunzel, Prince Charming would slip off. And fall. And die. Bwahahaha!

~ Angelina

Of Killer Bad Moods

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 16:55:00 +0000

Bad moods suck. Like, totally. They make you don't feel like doing anything at all, with the stupid throb in your heart, and the urge to bite the head of the next person who asks you to do something.

On top of that, I especially DESPISE people who love adding fire to my boiling kerosene. People who act like a fucking idiot, making you sound stupid just because you didn't realise that you made a typo. Example:

Me: I really hate i because you're dumb.
Fucking idiot: HUH? You really hate yourself because I'm dumb? O_O!?!!!1!?!11!!

Seriously, you goddamn know that that's a typo, because for one, it doesn't sound AT ALL right, and two, for a person who knows how to use a chat program, you clearly KNOW that the letters "U" and "I" are together. So shut up, and don't bother to ask that idiotic question, and especially avoid the usage of that idiotic emoticon at the wrong time, and cut the extra exclamation marks, question marks and number ones, FOR THE SAKE OF SANITY.

Some people really can drive me up the wall. Why do they have to type like, 2 words per chat, pressing enter and try to crash your WLM.

n00b: uhm
n00b: u noe
n00b: like
n00b: totally
n00b: i mean TOTALLY
n00b: awesome!
n00b: haha
n00b: xD

And by the time you click their window to reply them, you'd have to waste like 1 minute and 2 seconds to scroll up, then down, and try to piece together that stupid puzzle, and finally with your brilliant minds, figure out what are they trying to say.

And I don't get how some people, can go on and on about how much they hate their aunts, about how pathetic their lives are, about how their friend's brother's cousin's mother's father's grandson's friend's sister's uncle's niece thinks that her brother's friend's mother's brother's son's uncle's nephew's brother's cousin's friend like them. I mean, I don't even know your friend's brother's cousin's mother's father's grandson's friend's sister's uncle's niece, what more anything about her brother's friend's mother's brother's son's uncle's nephew's brother's cousin's friend. WHAT THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK I WANT TO LISTEN TO THAT PURE CRAP?

And another laughable thing is, I occasionally have random people adding me in messenger. So of course, I wouldn't know who that random person is, and my first question would most probably be questioning their identity.

Me: Who are you?
Random person: Mary's cousin.
Me: Oh, I'm Jolene's friend. Also, I'm Julie's daughter, Derrick's niece, Jia Xuan's cousin and the daughter of the daughter of my grandmother.

Totally speechless.

Don't you just love to hate PMS.

~ Angelina

Media - The Cause of Controversy?

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Tue, 20 May 2008 07:40:00 +0000

The media is a very influential thing. Everyone almost believes everything on the papers and the news without further questioning.

China, for example, is pictured as a heartless country who refuses to present Tibet its independence and the media is somehow, in a way, trying to gather more "anti-China" and "free Tibet" campaigns to feed the world with more "hot news". The world, on the other hand, is trying to boycott China and its Olympic event this coming August because obviously, they're all intimidated by China's sudden rise in the world's economic.

And SOME people in this world, who knows only a handful, happened to take a glance at how evil China is as projected by the media and uses the recent earthquake tragedy in China to open their big mouth and shout how much the Chinese deserved it. I wonder how is it possible that the world can give birth to geniuses like Einstein and damn idiots like these half bottle fulls.

I call this kind of people "a half bottle full" for a reason. Take a bottle, fill it with water until its brink and close it tight. Now shake it. Do you hear any noise? No? Now pour the water until there is about a quarter left. Close the opening and shake it again. Is it noisy? The water represents knowledge and the noise represents a persons' mouth. The wise will know how to keep their mouth shut, the illiterates will have nothing to say. But take an idiot and feed him a spoonful of information and there he goes, bragging about that little information as if he discovered e=mc². As an English saying goes, "A wise man never knows all, but a fool knows everything."

~ Angelina

Inked

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Sun, 04 May 2008 06:10:00 +0000

True. I have lost interest in blogging. But I started writing stories :D

For those who are interested, please hop on to my other blog for some literacy fun.

~ Angelina

Height Issues

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 11:44:00 +0000

I ain't happy with my height. Blame the genes. Or maybe my pituitary gland got clogged. Whatever it is, I'm gonna keep on ranting bout my height. And don't try to tell me to be happy with what God gave me. Don't tell me you're perfectly fine with your looks. Maybe you'd choose to have more volumed hair, maybe it's your eyelids, maybe it's that brow which wouldn't grow the way you want it. Or that tooth that sticks out so obvious that you dare not show your teeth when you smile. Is your nose a little too flat? Got low cheekbones? If you're given a chance, I'm sure you would change something about your looks. You aren't happy with your looks, I know it. I'm not happy with mine either. Maybe you want bigger eyes, maybe you want a better-looking jawline. Dimples too perhaps. For me, I want to grow taller.

At 154cm, trust me, the world isn't a pleasant sight.

"Look! There it is! On top of the mountain!"
"See what? The mountain is bald."
"You blind is it? So big on top there also cannot see."

My mum is short, about my height. And from what I heard, my biological father is short too. Thus, I was born short. And I reached puberty at like, 10 years old?! Reaching puberty at such a young age made me taller than the others in my primary school days. Yes, those were the oh-so-pleasant days. The days when I could happily walk to the back of the row when teacher asks us to line up. The days I could reach shelves which others couldn't. Ah, the sweet memories.

Don't tell me to look a bright side of this, cause there ain't a bright side. Don't tell me that at least I won't be taller than my boyfriend. I see nothing bright in that. Nor the fact that I could fit in the kawaii children's clothes. And the worst of the "bright sides" is telling my that I'd look cuter if I'm short. Cause I know the truth - I don't.

Also - I DON'T BELIEVE THAT JUMPING HELPS. My mum asks me to jump everyday, which I don't. Logically speaking, if an overweight girl like me were to jump up and land down with like 50kg of fats, don't you think the pressure alone with make the legs shorter? Don't try and intimidate me with your Biology theories, I'll shoot you back with the logical Physics theories I made up.

And that teacher. That teacher who couldn't hold her tongue for like one minute. After like a whole load of elaboration in front of the class, all she could say to me was, "You know, I just realised that you're this short." Fuck you, whether you meant it or not. You think you're so tall is it? Think before you ever say anything, can? I know my genes suck and I have miniature cells. I also know you have gigantic cells so huge that you are a unicellular organism that looks taller than me.

- End of rant -

By the way, I've just started some stretching exercises today. Wish me luck. If it doesn't work, I should just go live with the seven dwarfs in Snow White. Then maybe the prince in the story will go, "OMFG A CHINESE IN A FAIRYTALE?!" Then he'll marry me. And we'll live happily ever after.

P.S.: Sorry, Snow White.

~ Angelina

Tagged, I'm it!

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 09:01:00 +0000

Tagged by my classmate, Wei Ting.

INSTRUCTIONS: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.

1. Who is your all-time inspiration?
Mummy! And my friends too :)

2. What do you feel like doing now?
Study.

3. What can you describe your life?
School life sucks pretty much. Can't wait for college. Home life? Heaven.

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
Egypt. I wanna see the pyramids and the mummies!

5. If you could have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?
I wish that my dream of everyone living happily - no stress, no sadness, no grief; just plain happiness would come true.

6. Do you believe in true love?
To me, the definition of true love is not forever love. If your love for a particular person at a particular time is true, eternal or not, it is true love. And therefore, I do believe in true love.

7. What do you want the most from your lover/admirer?
Their faithfulness and love.

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
Invest in fast growing estates, beautify my teeth and get a professional hair-do.

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
No. I'm just too shy.

10. What would you like to change about your current life?
I just wish that Malaysia's education would change, and this will change everybody's lives, not only mine.

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?
As stated above, faithfulness and love, preferably not too overweight/underweight. I want a healthy guy! No smoking or heavy drinking either.

12. Which type of person you do hate the most?
Attention seekers and people who think they're too clever.

13. What is your ambition?
Mass advertiser, or anything that has to do with marketing.

14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
I'd rather they tell me my about faults to me personally, or just shut up and quit spreading damaging rumours.

15. What do you think is the most important in your life?
Happiness.

16. Are you a shopaholic?
Nope, I'm more of a foodaholic.

17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would want to change?
My habit of procrastination.

18. What would you do if have an off day?
Probably search for ingenious softwares, learn some programming, and glue onto Facebook.

19. what do you feel like eating now?
Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies, Baskin Robbin's Chocolate Mousse Royale ice-cream, dark chocolate bars, American Chocolate cake... Yes, I'm a chocoholic too.

20. How do you feel now?
Sleepy! I eat and I sleep and I call that heaven.

Ain't tagging no one. Do the tag and pass it on if you want :)

~ Angelina

Education Ruined The World?

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 19:41:00 +0000

Can it be said that education ruined the world?

Many families in the world are having problems with their relationships and because of that, parents drink; teenagers do drugs; join gangs, etc. And what is the cause of problems in family relations?

Parents work hard because they have to support the family. Not only the basic needs, but also for education. Now, we all know that education is costly. And we're not talking about just completing secondary school. We're talking about college. University. How much is the fees again you tell me? 20 grands? 30? Or is it 40? How much is it again to obtain a doctoral degree? Even a master's?

Because of all the hard work that have to be done by parents, and all the studying and homework for the kids, communication has become scarce. And what happens when there is insufficient communication? I've gone through that. For parents out there, you'd never know what is in your children's mind. When I was little, I have always thought that my mother never loved me. She owns a kindergarten, and in kindergartens, there are little kids. I've always assumed that she loved the kids more than me, and that if the kindergarten is on fire and I'm drowning, she'd save the kindergarten first. And what's worse is that, I've always thought that if I destroyed the kindergarten, and if all the little kids doesn't exist, she'd start to love me. She'd start to realise I'm there. She'd hug me in her arms and never let go. At a point, I even thought she'd be happier if I wasn't there, so I secretly fantasized of running away from home, which I eventually didn't do, thankfully. I was 7 at that time.

Maybe that's just me, or maybe all children think alike, who knows? Well, just be wary to be safe. So, back to topic. Education ruined the world? In my opinion, yes. After all the parents' hard work, most of the kids hate studying because parents never had the chance to teach them about the importance of education, how important is education so they could earn enough money for their future families and continue this infinite cycle. And what about potential children whose parents can't afford to pay their college fees? Yes, there are many other alternatives, but hey, you get the picture.

How many families survive this phase and bring up successful children? And how many don't? Since the successful ones are getting lesser, and the chances are that some of the successful ones don't make successful parents, what is going to happen to the future of this world? Maybe the world isn't going to end when the sun becomes to hot and melts it. Maybe it is going to end because of a never-ending chaos that even national security cannot control. And maybe the 10 lucky successful people will get together and set off to Mars, leaving Earth behind, leaving Earth to die. And in Mars, the cycle continues. End of humanity.

There are many possibilities in the question of how the world will end, and you better pray that it isn't going to end like this.

~ Angelina (I know I think too much)

No Life

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 16:01:00 +0000

I NEED A SOCIAL LIFE!

Seriously. I can't stand this routine. Wake up, school, home, sleep. I am current suffering from Severe Social Deficiency Disease, also known as SSDD.

And I don't know why, but I think of Singapore everytime I feel I'm lonely.

~ Angelina

Rant On Unknowns

noreply@blogger.com (Angelina) — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 21:36:00 +0000

Question 1: Integrate each of the following with respect to x.

With respect... with respect... with respect.

Well, you know what x? I respect you very much. In fact, I respect you SO much that I write you down almost everyday in almost all the pages of my additional mathematics book. x, x, x, x, x. Oh Mr. x, I respect you so much I think I'm gonna worship you! You, the most popular Unknown in maths; most popular among all unknowns from A-Z; the most feared unknown.

But you know what Mr. x? It would be better if you would just disappear. Seriously. It would make our lives much easier. 2x + 2 would be 2 + 2, and 144x - 31 would be 144 - 31. See how easy it would be for us? Darn, everyone would get good results in all exams then.

Why is it always that we have to find your value? You know what I think? I think you have no value at all. In fact you are so worthless that I don't think anyone would mind if you disappeared from our equations. Forever. And no, you're not gonna take over x's place, y. Not you either, a. Or any of you from the 26 alphabets. Unknowns are unwelcome in this world.

~ Angelina + inf x = Angelina

See? It made no difference. x's suck.