A Diary Gone Public

Cambridge University Application

2012-02-11T18:02:00.000+08:00

Dear self,

Silhouette.

Currently: Addicted to Madonna and Selena Gomez!

I drafted this offline post a long time ago (okay, so maybe it was in my privatised blog) when I've decided to document my Cambridge Application experience-- offer or no offer. I guess it makes my post a little bit more credible now since I got an unconditional offer, even though my application was not excellent because I was initially pooled. Note that I've updated and added more details-- from UCAS to offer.

After all the Ivy League, HYSP, Oxbridge, blah blah blah mayhem, there is one ultimate lesson that I've learnt, and I'd like to share it with my readers here (I'll publish more of my application experiences next time :D After the entire process is done that is, because Cambie is the first to be completed; hence the first to be publicised. Stay tuned!):-

"Do not listen to what others have predicted for you. Just because a want is difficult to achieve, doesn't mean that it's entirely impossible. The only absolute way for you to be certain that you'll never get it is if you never try, and for once, believe in yourself and stop listening to others' opinions about you (just because they found it difficult or they can't do it). What's there to lose?"

Just saying. Since I got comments like "why bother applying. it's just a waste of time"

Random: Please tolerate my perpetual abusal of rhetorical questions and parentheses. It's a habit for me to type this way when I'm mentally-- and informally-- talking via writing. (well, when you read, you're dwelling into the inner thoughts of others, and this is how I really sound like in my mind. Pretty pathetic I know)

When I've decided to apply to UCAS, it was a week before the Cambridge application deadline. To be more precise, it is Taylor's deadline but I have to follow it anyway. So you can guess: sleepless nights because I started my UCAS from scratch! Not to mention the additional essays and stuff in COPA. In all honesty, I do not think that Cambridge even bothers about your essays because I wrote mines in 5 days or so. If they do care, I don't know how I got accepted (or maybe it's because I work best under stress). The reason why I applied to Camby despite the 5 days mania is because of the course structure. I really wanted to apply to Oxford but I soon realised that they only have the general engineering route, and I was immediately taken by Camby's Natural Science route (it's Chemical Engineering via Natural Sciences if you don't get what I'm talking about). There's a general engineering route too. Some may say that Bio or Phy Nat Sc is the same but for Chemical Engineering, it should be physical (Physics with Xuelin in first year hahaha!).

Homerton College

My interview was held in Malaysia and I had to pay 100 pounds for that (all worth it)! People would normally get shortlisted during this stage (though I think everyone gets the interview if they're having their interview 'overseas' like me). In Malaysia, we would have one 30 minute interview but if you would like to be interviewed in Cambridge, then it's 2-3 interviews in total I think. Some have claimed that it's easier to enter if you go to UK because you'll personally see your tutor/decision maker and not the medium/messenger. But I'm not going to take my risk, because it's only under the assumption that a messenger reporting your interview would reduce your chances of admission. Oh, I've made an open application (despite the myths that it's harder to get accepted this way) because I want to avoid being asked why I want that college during the interview xD Haha I'm so so lame. I think I almost applied to Homerton College though. Because it looks pretty and stuff. But Cambridge is beautiful full stop.

Since I've applied for Chemical Engineering, I was required to take a Thinking Skills Assessment (TSA) on a separate day from my interview (which is a day or so after). It's a one hour paper consisting of 50 questions. I had a 76% or 78% for the mock test (which is available online) and was pretty satisfied with it, till I know of a friend who got a 86% for it T_T I don't think this is significantly important too because some colleges don't even bother about your TSA. And we don't get to know our actual TSA results. But since I'm an overseas applicant being interviewed in Malaysia....I really don't know, for it's made compulsory regardless of the college I'm allocated to. Also, since I'll be interviewed in Malaysia, I was required to write a 30 minute essay (written assessment) in place of a second/third interview.

I had my interview in Taylor's College and my written test in Sunway College two days after. Speaking of TSA and written assessments (I'll start with that), our essay was right after our TSA. We were in the hall with the rest of the Cambie applicants (not including BMAT and stuff). There were lots of Caucasian people in the hall too, obviously representatives of the university. They weren't smiling so I got a little nervous; not to mention that they were wearing formal suits! I got really emo after the test because I wasted 10 minutes after my TSA wondering what was happening-- when everyone else was working on their essay! I thought my 20 minute work would ruin my entire application. The only justice that I could think of is to be pooled-- and then miraculously got accepted. The questions are very technical and course-related. So know your stuff. TSA was generally fine, though I couldn't solve approximately 5 questions or so (not enough time). After the tests, I went window shopping with my long lost friend-- Xuelin-- AND WE GOT INTO THE SAME COLLEGE! (still can't believe it) She is my best friend since I started my A
levels...we were once classmates until JPA took her away...

Then came (actually this was before my TSA and written test) the notorious Oxbridge interview: what everyone has been talking about since I entered college. Unlike other interviews, an Oxbridge interview involves a lot of technical questions and doesn't bother much about your life and eca. Familiar with Taylor's College (I graduated there so duh!), I involuntarily wore a turtle neck t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of snickers. I thought that was okay, because based on the sample interview video in Emmanuel College's website (the one for Chemistry), I saw that the boy was wearing t-shirt and jeans.. so I thought it was okay here too...........The look on my face when I noticed that EVERYONE was wearing (I only saw guys...engineering ==) a suit!!! WITH A TIE!!!AND I WAS WEARING A T-SHIRT AND THREE QUARTER JEANSSSS Got so embarrassed I felt so....it looked as if the Cambridge interview didn't matter at all to me -_- (but it really really did!). I had my interview in a really quiet meeting room (pin drop silence kind of quiet). It was bad enough that I could hear myself breathing, the chair was so big and I was sitting at the very end of the long table! And he was next to me! It felt nothing like my casual chat in Starbucks for my MIT interview (got god smacked when I heard someone brought an invention in his interview). In fact, the one for MIT lasted for an hour till I had a really bad stomachache after that (from talking while drinking). Still, 30 minutes was just too fast.

Side note: Mock interview was kind of helpful.

The Caucasion man must've obviously been a Chemistry expert because all his interviewees applied for Chemical Engineering and the like. He was very friendly and PROBABLY tried to calm me down when he noticed my tensed up demeanor. He smiled and said "I see that you got 4A*s in your A levels *smiles* Good good, Cambridge likes that *smiles and stares at me*" I got so nervous from the silence all I could do was to smile back. I think my hands were shaking when he gave me a pen and a paper. Then the questions began.

If I have readers who are applying to Oxbridge, here are my advises (otherwise you can ignore this bit of my post)

Based on experience in an Oxbridge interview, I would say that I am generally lucky to not get creepy questions like "talk about a banana" and "how is snow formed?" (true story, friend who applied for medicine in Oxford got these questions). There are many more really awkward questions but I don't know if I'm allowed to tell them all here without formal approvals. So I'll just let that be. There isn't any standard/general model of a Cambridge interview too because some have claimed that theirs were strictly A levels, and some totally awkward (not even course-related I was shocked!). In summary, we can't really prepare much for it because based on my opinion, the questions are devised in such a way that last minute preparations will not be that helpful anyway. I've prepared random questions after re-reading my personal statement (because some have been asked based on that) and general questions like "why Cambridge?" Anyway, the questions that I got are not strictly based on A levels. I would generally feel that it has nothing to do with it. Why? I was given random mathematical equations and was asked to draw them out. I was also asked to interpret the graphs he drew. There are many more questions that are pretty surprising (as in, one wouldn't expect to even think of such a question). I had 3 "long" questions in total which was a combination of maths and chem (but everything included a lot of critical thinking). I had spent most of my time 'problem-solving' them on the spot. The interviewer had helped me along the way too, i.e when I got stuck during the 'deduction process.' Although 3 questions seem to be short, I'd spent most of my time "developing my thoughts" so it's something like I'm "learning on the spot."

In conclusion (just for the interview), the most important element is not the answer, but the process of getting it. Also, an interview is to see if you're teachable; thus, try not to act too stubborn, pompous, or anything else they'll not favor from a prospective student. More importantly, don't get too upset about getting anything wrong. Because I had one wrong out of three very open-ended, subjective questions and emo-ed till I received my offer. Even when I had the final question wrong, my interviewer asked me why was the correct answer--well-- the correct one! The 'lol' moment when I figured that out. It is expected to be hard anyway because they don't expect you to know that answer immediately, but a progressive discussion till you get it. Moments of serendipities :')

stole this from the chem eng webbie

Note: during my application process is actually the time when I really got to know Cambridge. I didn't know they frequently have formal halls which includes wearing robes (so Harry Potter!) and the colleges are just places where you eat and sleep. You'll be studying with everyone from your course and have personal tutors from your college. And I got asked a couple of times if the Cambridge is in the UK or US, because the US Cambridge is in New England, which is where Harvard and MIT is (yes harvard and mit is in cambridge). So yeah, UK or US, WHO CARES! The England Cambridge is in Cambridgeshire to be more specific (like Oxford in Oxfordshire). The US's Cambridge is in Massachusetts (MA). Want to know a dirty little secret? I didn't know what was MIT, Imperial, UCL, etc till I entered college. Nor do I think that it's even possible for me to meet people who've actually attended Oxbridge and the like.

The outcome

Lucy Cavendish

I got pooled. It was agonizing to think that I have been given approximately 10 days to wait for an official offer or rejection. Fortunately, the wait wasn't that long. 2 or 3 days later, I was given a direct offer from Lucy Cavendish College. This is a college for mature women though, so I'll have to wait till I'm 21 to enter. In other words, if I accept this offer, I'll only start on the 1st of October 2013. I wanted to take an additional subject in A levels (Further Mathematics) but I was told that I would have to inform this college. That would mean that if I do decide to take a fifth subject, chances are I have to get a minimum of an A*! SO I'm NOT taking my chances to get smacked like that and I'll let that be. I don't know if I'm going to Cambridge, because I have other options to consider. However, I'll most probably take another gap year because I really do want to enter Cambridge! Not to mention the fact that it's till a Master's degree. If I do decide to go to the US, I'll have to worry about my application for a Master's degree. Le sigh. Opportunity costs.. *facepalm*

The knowledge of being pooled (before offer) was really an enervating experience. Majority of the people I know were pooled and they are all formidable peers. Panicked, I'd spent every hour tracking the student room's discussion page. Another thing I like to add: the stalker's page seems inaccurate. Based on my experience, the conditional offers seem to be ridiculously higher than those posted online, to the point of making the entire thing look so deceiving. I don't know, this is just my personal opinion. I've seen people with 100s and straight A*s in A levels who got rejected. This makes everything rather perplexing.

I have 2 interviews tomorrow (one at 10pm). What am I doing you might ask? Haha this post actually exists for a long time now. Just wasting my time editing it (and re-reading).

PS- I was told that people would either care for me very much or dislike me to the core. Is that true? =/

Till then!
Celine.

Salad and me

2012-02-07T22:40:00.000+08:00

Emoticon of the day: :D. (gonna start typing like this ehehehe!)

Dear self,

I've just realised something-- probably-- very uniquely me; credits to my mother who pointed this out.
It started with a large bowl of salad that looks something like this (with onion dressings da yum!) shared for two:-

When eating my salad, I tend to be nit-picky over the types of vegetables I'm consuming. I didn't notice this at first but I tend to be overly discerning them in the littlest of details-- a bowl of salad is just a way of exemplifying such an act. I'm the kind of person who meticulously sees this bowl as a rich mixture of different types of plants, based on its bitterness; how it feels like when it's crunched in the mouth; the lasting effect of it in the tongue; the softness; the blandness; texture; the shape; etc-- all unique on its own! Even the different parts of the big-looking types of greeneries are different, though coming from the same type of plant. (eek I sound fussy! Well I am technically, and painstakingly, fussy over the details)

Just to reassure myself that I'm not alone, but think about it. Have you ever seen mundane things in a different perspective? Like it's an ornate piece of art, and you appreciate the intricate beauty of it in its own being. Or.....it's just a bowl of something you picked out in the garden and Celine is crazy?

PS- Recently discovered that I have a relative in MIT ._. (not close--AT ALL-- with relatives that's why)

PPS- And he's Singaporean (continues poker face)

I don't even know my own blood-related family. Why am I so blur?

Till then!
Signing out...

What does not kill you

2012-02-06T02:12:00.001+08:00

Makes you stronger.

Dear self,

Despite what I am as of today, You must realize that behind this mask, lies a girl who has fallen a lot; has felt disappointed countless of times; has reminders of rejections she constantly disavows; got slapped with countless of failures, it makes her dubious about every blessing she has; been heart broken; feels a whole lot more insecure than you can ever imagine; and can't have a situation which she wants in an idealistic way.
So, if you ever try counting my blessings without even looking at yours, you must realize that I've been hurt ineffably.

It's something realistic and practical. Nobody gets it perfect, that's just plain quixotic. What I've learnt is, people sometimes just do not get bloated with pride, because of the failures and trials which they had faced to even get there-- it's a word of reminder that sometimes , you feel as if you're just plain lucky. But luck is when preparation meets opportunity, and the more you prepare, the more likely you are to succeed. It comes with a price because, the more you try, the more likely you are to taste failure too. When you want something, you have to be brave enough to accept failures, because that really is courage when you don't give up-- despite the loss. This becomes worse if you really want it, because the more you do, the more emotionally vulnerable and exposed you are as you will face a bigger disappointment and deeper pain if you don't get it-- but the more you want it, the more likely you are to work harder for it too. Remember, with one success, it is only the bearer who knows the actual pain that she had gone through. Nobody looks at your failures, only the end product: when your ultimate goal is met. But when you reach there, you'll soon realize that you'll only think about the journey. Really. And sometimes, some lessons cannot be taught, but have to be experienced to understand what I mean. How many times have you ever thought of your credits without even looking back at the more significant part of your journey-- how you get there and how you felt when you didn't? The paradox is this: you really want it? you work harder, then you're more likely to get there, but the pain you'll feel becomes greater after every failed attempt and increases by the abstract quantity of how much you really urge to reach that certain target.

I concede that I'm never satisfied, even with the knowledge that I'm too blessed to be stressed. Even so, there're more unsuccessful attempts to come. I must be brave when reality slaps me in the face.

And it's 2am. I'm using my phone.

Till then.
Signing out...

Musings

2012-02-03T18:28:00.003+08:00

Dear self,

After a deep thought (for months now), I have decided to say:-

Nerd mode activated. RAWR!

Let the masochistic days commence once more. They keep things off my mind.

Till then.
Signing out...

Chinese New Year

2012-01-26T18:37:00.000+08:00

Dear self,

Happy Chinese New Year!

taken by me in pavillion-- it was my first time there! too lazy to walk downstairs

It's a double celebration this year, because my maternal grandfather had just celebrated his birthday. This Chinese New Year has been my only recent celebration, because my family's Christmas gathering was 'cancelled' midway due to an unprecedented event-- I had spent my Christmas in the hospital. I'm not the patient though, and this ruckus had caused a public scene.

Okayy........This is about the Water Dragon Year! 2012 people! NOT 2011! (bottom line: it was the worst Christmas ever)

wore the same dress last year too-- but at different places

I don't know why, but it has been a tradition that this festive season is more readily anticipated by my family, even though I personally feel that Christmas gives a more welcoming impression. It appears to be that it is universally acknowledged that the Chinese New Year is a whole lot more important within this household? Is it just among the Wan family?

Omg why am I so pessimistic? So sudden. Haha.

So I was back in Kelantan for four days, and spent quite a lot of my time reading the unabridged version of Pride and Prejudice. It's an eBook that I've downloaded via Kobo. It's an awesome application: I've already downloaded a couple more books in my electronic shelf, which includes: Sense and Sensibility and Jane Eyre (never read the book but watched the movie). I'm normally a bit too lazy to read fictional books but if I do have time to spare, and if I feel like reading something/wasting my time, Jodi Picoult's books are the first to cross my mind.

I didn't gamble this year. Not exactly in the mood for it; nor am I in the mood for playing cards. Only played the typical "cho dai di" once and that was it. Also, I have been flaunting my new chili-red lipstick!

Realised that I have been buying/wearing a lot of dresses. I guess it's my favourite type of clothing. Didn't really eat that much this New Year too-- don't know why. Ironically if you are to ask how am I doing, I would answer that I generally feel great.

Stay bubbly Celine.

Stay bubbly even though you're no longer chubby. -- Celine Wan's random mantra

Why am I such a compulsive emo-freak. Toyed by mood swings and oversensitivity. I don't even know why am I ranting for no obvious reason! *sulk sulk sulk* Terrible, despicable me. I blame hormones RAWR!

Why am I so impulsive? Le sigh. Well I had this weird urge to camwhore with this dress. Not exactly sure if this pose was out of vanity but it was an act of impulse.

Till then.

Signing out...

Relaxation

2012-01-20T00:22:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

A day of relaxation! Had some time to spare today and used it to paint my nails. Since the Chinese New Year is coming, I have decided to let go of my thoughts, worries and disappointments just for a week (to stop acne proliferation). I vow to have a stress-free week! Then it's back to business.

So this post isn't a product of procrastination, but an indulgent expenditure, okay? Celine isn't slacking off. I repeat. Celine isn't slacking off! *hides list of things to do and other important documents that will make Celine guilty*

Guess what appeared in my mailbox today:-

Well would you look at that.

To all future TOEFL iBT takers: please look at the camera. You do not want to end up looking like one of those rage comics characters (I forgot the name of the meme) like me now do you? Can my picture be anymore 'glamorous?' :)

Announcement
Read this post from 2010 before proceeding
I realised that I feel kind of shy yet proud when people know about my offer. Now I'm even more tempted to accept this amazing offer. I love this collegiate university and its tripos...Time will tell...We'll see to that..
The world is extremely small. Of all the people in the world-- my close friend named Xuelin is potentially going to stay with me! I'm baffled. This is fate: how many people (international applicants for that matter) do you even think would be in the same University as you? What more placed in the same college from Cambridge University! Furthermore, the both of us made an open application and were initially allocated to neighbouring colleges. Since I'm entering via the Natural Science (physical) route before majoring in Chemical Engineering, she might be my classmate for a year too. I must admit that her conditional offer is really harsh: 4A*1A as a minimum requirement in her A levels. Thank God she is a smart friend :) She'll get it I'm sure (probably exceeding the minimum condition by striking 5A*s). Now I'm day dreaming to have an Europe tour with my Historian pal.

Till then.
Signing out...

University of Cambridge

2012-01-12T02:16:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

When life plays tricks on you.

Do you ever want something so badly, you are then coincidentally given an ultimate test to see if deep down, that's what you really want?
Despite my silence and detachment from this blog, these past few weeks have been one of the most eventful/life-turning moments I have ever experienced. I have been so busy (and am currently procrastinating), this sense of detached fluency just impedes me from taking a second to breathe. In fact, if you think about it, I should be updating My History Blog instead of this. Oh well.

I got an unconditional offer to study Chemical Engineering (MEng) in The University of Cambridge.

But that would mean that I have to take another gap year.

Hint: this is the college...(If you're a Cambridge zealot, you'll know)

Why? Simple. I miraculously got a deferred offer for an entry in 2013. Tell me, what would you do? Despite my acceptance to a 'legendary and prestigious University,' I simply cannot bear to think that after all this time, I would then completely disregard the rest of my applications? This is especially true when it comes to the US. It is undeniably true that the gratifying satisfaction of receiving unconditional offers is the ultimate prize, due to the extremely hard work I have gone through, just like surviving the torturous SAT ( for a moment there, I honestly thought that I was majoring in English-- one of my most feared subjects: linguistics-- eek!) and many other work I have gone through (not to mention the horrifying number of essays I have already written: I wrote 5 pages of essays for Princeton itself-- Oh gosh and that's just one university!). The unbearable stress once culminated to a one-month-period of Facebook deactivation..Geez. I'm pretty much a University Application guru by the time I'm done. Trust me, each University looks at your application from a different angle. Even their application procedures are so autonomous it becomes beyond tedious. The cheek of it to even think that I once complained about the tediousness to apply to Cambridge! So, to feel confused..and hurt either ways ): Ask me again in May. That's when I'll decide (but Cambridge is just too beautiful to bother about anything else).

The Winter Pool (11th January 2012)

I wouldn't mind taking another year "off" (if that's what most people assume because trust me, I've been living like I'm taking my A levels all over again). Also, I wouldn't really regard such mixed feelings as bipolar because I honestly thought that I would have been outright rejected; thus, feeling ecstatic far outweighs the prospects of feeling disappointed to take another gap year. I was beyond surprised I practically stoned in front the computer screen till 3am. Talk about productivity. Conclusion: you get some, you give some. For my case, my youth to be in varsity. Well on second thoughts, I could embrace my youth now instead of the former--right?

Note: when your life-determining email was found in your junk mail. Lesson learnt: check your junk mail regularly.

One step closer. Pretty much next year. Can I take it?

Unfortunately, this application mania is beyond over. I have well..so many other applications to apply for. The intimidating number of pending work I have been put through. In retrospect, I guess the final choice really isn't up to me to decide at all. So I'll just wait and see what fate has for me. I dislike divulging everything I do in public. So yeah...Closure of random rambles.

Okay. Enough about rants. I have been avoiding that but since I've blindly typed that out (please note that this post is bluntly and blindly typed because it's 2am and she just needs to blabber to herself), I'll just leave it there as I've been immensely tapping on the keyboard. I don't want all that to be for nothing. I guess.

"I swear. The first thing I'll do if I ever do get into Cambridge is to friggin start punting around Cambridgeshire!" Celine said.

Another random thought

Recently, I have been thinking about one person. One person whom I have never met in person. One person who never knew I existed. One person whom I may have one day meet in Cambridge. But alas, I cannot meet this person...because he had passed away.

Click to read about this one person I've incessantly mentioned

I cried. I cried when I read it. I felt so touched and oh how I wish I could meet a person like him. Like I said, you give some, you get some. Especially since he has been trying to defy all odds against him. It had also made me realised that he inspires me (I was compelled to write about him in my SAT essay and got a 11/12 muahaha). Well that's partly because I couldn't get him out of my mind for a long time. Even up till now. He even wrote three pretty entertaining poems (touring in swiss; star gazing in cambridge; cambridge exam). People like him are the ones who've made me feel that despite the difficulties I have to endure, nothing is impossible. Yes I confess I stalked him. I just feel so moved ):

~~More importantly, do you know what I've learnt from him most? Life is not a race. It's the journey that counts. Time is not really an issue-- just look at him!~~

Also, I am a proud owner of a Sony Tablet. *chuckles* Android is pretty different. (see what I mean by major updates? and a very quiet blog?) And of course, little V is back from Dublin. How can I not sticky-note that down? And she's leaving already! (I am yet to update the other blog too. Oh boy..) Vi you look so cute here haha!

So I thereby mark the beginning of my life in 2012. May it be an awesome year ahead and may all our dreams come true! Well things are looking pretty good thus far!

Happy New Year Folks!

PS: Do you call this fate? My close buddy from college may potentially be my college-mate in Cambridge (if JPA allows her to take a gap year). SHE'S THE GIRL WHO'S WRITING www.theirhistory.blogspot.com TOO!!! All the best to her, and I hope she gets in too. And me (2013..really?!). Haha.

Till then.
Signing out...(damn I love my electronic signature!)

Milestone

2011-12-21T15:49:00.000+08:00

Dear self,

I own my first chili red lipstick.
*awkward silence*
I know it seems trifling to possess something as petty as this but still-- it's my first cosmetic product!

*creaks*

Also, I've received my TOEFL results today. Honestly, I am very surprised that my English skills have improved by leaps and bounds when I barely touched the practice exercises because I was busy. I guess the hard work for something else becomes evident in standardized tests.

Hint: I did so much better in this than my IELTS. ;)

Countdown to freedom and FMA: 9 days
Countdown to cry : tomorrow
Countdown to Christmas: 4 days

PS- I'm getting fatter. I tried on a dress which I previously couldn't fit into and voila-- magnifique!

PPS-

EMMA HAMILTON!!! Scandalous girl but her stories are so intriguing! Slept past 1:30am to read about someone as scandalous as she. Google her. She is so alluring that even I could not resist.

'oo wants to read aburt 'er? Turn zis website off at wernse for 'oo are reading aburt someone really not famurse-- like moi!

Till then,
Signing out...

Novelty

2011-12-13T22:10:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

Ho ho ho I've changed my blog's template! At last!! Finally! Yay! (after years of contemplating)

Doesn't matter, I've downloaded my previous template, so I can revert it back anytime I want (which I don't think I will). Comments? How is it? I've designed this template myself so feedback is much appreciated.

What made me change it? It's because I've finally publicised my new blog. Go on, click and see-- I know you're curious (: (hint: it's on the tab, right up there)

Also, it's Taylor Swift's 22nd birthday! Happy birthday Taylor Swift! I love country music and I'm one of your biggest fans!

Jane Eyre's script (truncated)

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you're near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string, tied here under my left rib where my heart is. Tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I'm afraid this cord will be snapped. And I shall bleed inwardly, but you're sensible, you'll forget...

Never! I'll never forget. I wish I'd never been born. I wish I'd never come to Thornfield. There are other houses just as fine. How can you be so stupid? How can you be so cruel? I may be poor and plain, but I'm not without feelings! It's not the house but the life I lived here. I was not trampled on, I was not excluded. I was treated as an equal.

And so you are, Jane
And so...
and so...

Yes so, sir. And yet not so, For you're a married man. Or as good as married. Let me go! Please, still...

Don't struggle so... you're like a wild bird clawing at its cage. I'm no caged bird, I'm a free human being. Independent with a will of my own.

Then stay. Stay and marry me.

How dare you make fun of me? I mean what I say

Stay at Thornfield. Be my wife!

And what of Miss Ingram?

Miss Ingram, I don't love Miss Ingram nor does she love me. Jane, you strange, almost unearthly thing. I love you as my own flesh. I beg of you to marry me.
Say, "Edward, give me my name". Say, "Edward, I will marry you".

Yes,
yes...
yes...

I'm so dead. Lots of work pending. Adieu~!

Till then.
Signing out...

A Picture

2011-12-05T20:28:00.001+08:00

Sis found a stack of photos and this is just one of it. Lazy to upload them all

Dear self,

Wow! Blogging for two days in a row is definitely not my kind of thing, but I'll make this an exception. (Is supposed to work on my "toe fell" so you get the drill hehe)

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but I'll write a few sentences here (and the first few things that came into my mind when I first saw this):-

1. Look at the lil scamp's teeth.
2. Look at the lil scamp's jersey.
3. Why is that lil scamp so cute.
4. This picture isn't very old-- but why is that lil rascal so short? He's about my height now.
5. Why is that lil scamp embarrassed of this adorable picture? Or have I answered my question?
6. I wonder what will that lil scamp think if he realises that I'm blogging about him right now?
7. I guess the answer to that question is if I show it to him (which I will)
8. That lil' scamp is my brother.
9. I'm framing this.
10. Hoping to look as young as my mom--similar to this picture-- in 20 years time.
11. The upstairs hasn't changed.
12. Who took this picture? Dad?? (from the angle, I'm assuming so)
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(N-2). Am such a nerd to even type like this.
(N-1). I'm so lame. I'm digressing.
N. My mind is brimming with questions now. Celine, stop wondering...you're wasting your time.

Haven't touched further maths for a month now. im doomed.
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Till then.
Signing out...

Photon?

2011-12-04T10:57:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

Teddy is scared.

Word of advice? Nowhere is safe. Not even from the comfort of my own bedroom, which belied the sense of security I once had from it.

Living in a developing area (this place is so secluded that I could not even upgrade the internet speed), I am often surrounded by sights and sounds of construction works, in which their noises supplant my resounding alarm clock early in the morning. "Disturbing," I mused, but never would I imagine that despite the ubiquitous presence of noise pollution, people tend to dismiss its cause.

It seems that everyone's progressive indifference of the workers' existence culminated to robbery. Yes, robbery. Not at my place though, but that of my neighbour's. Reason being I previously referred to 'bedroom' is that my neighbors were dragged from the comfort of their beds by you-know-who. In the wake of the unprecedented disturbance, the family members had their hands tied till they bled (source: hearsay). Never mind the violent intrusion: a teenage girl was grabbed by her hair with a 'parang' held to her throat-- approximately 600k MYR was lost. Two big robberies had occurred here, and I'm scared. The first one happened at night but the recent one was particularly different: 5am when the maid was about to do the family's laundry.

Robbery had befall upon both my opposite neighbours (front and back). Shaken, my family had planned to adopt a guard dog lest it happen to us. Yet, I don't think it'll deter much. What can we do? Is this the result of our society's ignorance? Would anything help? If good luck is when 'preparation meets opportunity,' what about the bad? Vigilance impedes opportunity? (I'm laughing my head off)

Till then.
Signing out...

Art

2011-11-24T12:13:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

I've been feeling like a writer these past few weeks. Yet, this will not end anytime soon, for there is an intimidating number of essays to be done. This topic-- art-- is completely random but definitely share/blog-worthy.

Despite the ambiguous title called "art," I would be underscoring a specific branch which have ultimately caused the existence of this post: surreal art. Surrealism is basically a type of art involving a juxtaposition of contradictory images or ideas, thus expressing the incongruity of the human mind. You may or may not have encountered arts like these before, but it certainly evokes a sense of transcendence within each picture-- or is it just according to me?

If you scrutinize this picture, you'll notice the intricacy and complexity of this piece.

I used to be indifferent in the world of art; however, as I'm evolving into an auntie, I soon realize that the beauty lies in its ambiguity (though I'm not keenly into renaissance or baroque arts; sorry but it'll take time for me to appreciate the joys of deciphering Mona Lisa's unfathomable smile...yawn). Also, I'll have to concede that surreal art is disturbing because of its creepy themes. Maybe it's because the cultural movement was during the World War era (20th century-ish). Heck it. These past few months have been icky anyway.

Above all genres, perhaps the element of surprise is the one which has caught my attention. So, I'm currently procrastinating by indulging in such works. I was prompted with a question on whether or not art in general provides an escape from reality, or if enlightens it. What do you think about surrealism?

Meh. Just another dilettante dawdling in the world of art here. Thanks for reading.

Sticky note: This is a must read! (WWII made funny) and Lessons to learn in life. Thanks Chris! .... Sticky note's sticky note: They're all war-related. Same goes to "Stubby Cher Ami"!! And those are names of war pets.

Till then.
Signing out...

Yin and Yang

2011-11-06T00:41:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

One minute I felt like I was tearing apart; another minute I felt like I had a moment of rapture. In fact, as I type, I'm still caught in the latter. Funny how such sequence of events happen to fall on the same day isn't it? To be fair, it's quite interlinked; regardless of the conflicting emotions involved. Yesterday was pretty nice though, with no twists and turns.

After one pm, I knew I deserved a well earned rest and probably a moment of indulgence, just for a little treat. However, I was quick to judge when- this is a really long story cut short- my external hard drive corrupted right before my very eyes. My opportunity to have a moment of relaxation was immediately hampered, and I do not want to write my entire experience in detail. I've already ranted it out and feel better ever since.

Stupefied, a day was wasted because all I ever did was to lie on the floor; observing the fan. Seems like I'm not the only one having a rough time though.

As for my rapturous moment, I shall keep it discreet! So there, yet again a pathetic entry (primarily due to my diversion to another blog). Have to go back to business. Time to place my busy hat on!

Forget about my previous agony. It's gone in oblivion: highly obvious that it's alleviated by my delightful second half of the day. ~~I'm starting to think that the Taoism principle is turning out to be true.~~ Despite facing both opposing situations, the euphoric one turned the table all right.

I'm the happiest girl in the world!

Till then,
Signing out...

Black Hole

2011-10-29T23:42:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

It is done. Gone in oblivion (hopefully...in my head) for two months before it emerges from the black hole. Must admit that I hate this guessing game because it equates to torture (how usual). I cannot turn back. Well the only console I'm getting is to know that I'm not the only one lamenting about trivial mistakes- hope that's the case because it seemed blatant for the most of us (and pigging away!! oink oink!). Can't blame us really, it probably wasn't our best so we're just- desperate; and panicky when faced with the real situation. Too late to regret of such terrible mistakes (I've inadvertently said something I shouldn't have). What's done is done.

Aside from that, I had a really great time today. It has been months since I actually had some time off for myself and not fussy-wuzzy-ing about the overwhelming workload I'm inevitably caught up with. A well earned rest indeed! Results would be out by January and I hope that it's a good one- though it seems bleak. It's ironic because despite the fact that I've been day dreaming about the best, I've been expecting the worst. Well I'm just hoping that things aren't as bad as what they seem to be. It normally works out just like that for the most of us now right? Or at least in most situations (paranoia?). Sides, things are turning out okay for now. Am satisfied with my checkpoints and progress thank Lord :)

I'd love to talk more about it but best it be if I keep it to myself (please let it be just for now). Currently having other things to focus on and I've got a month or two to get that intimidating quest to be done. This will never end.

Things are not as bad as what it seems. Appealing to history is a flaw, but it assuages my soul. I'm imagining the best; expecting the worst; and not prepared for whatever its outcome. Pessimism tends to get in my way when I let myself vulnerable to be so emotionally attached. I can't help it, I'm exposing myself to feel such..emotional attachment.

Maybe it ain't such a good idea for a public post. Such a cryptic one too but it is probable that some of you readers may fathom what I'm trying to convey.

Would it be both? one? neither? Am I prepared for whatever the outcome? All sorts of outcomes are being imagined. I'm set off in trepidation. I know I could have done better, but I ran out of luck. Or am I? Still, didn't felt anything but mediocre- or below par for that matter. Now that I have the experience, I hope I can do better for the next three months in the following year. One thing is for sure: I'll understand myself better, and that counts most.

Am so glad I met you again Xuelin. It's so hard to find someone that resonates with your thoughts. The entire afternoon felt like a blink of an eye; I could do this again.

'twas an epic finito. Carpe diem he says :)

Till then.

Signing out...

October

2011-10-13T22:29:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

Is by far the worst/busiest month. This post is named after its month because it'll be the only post (if not random plagiarized stuff such as lyrics) as far as I'm concerned. So many things are cropping up and I'm only human! This is why one should avoid making last minute decisions. I have issues.

Or adding the burden for that matter. It's a bit too late to regret now isn't it? It's a rhetorical question so shush.

Well, whenever I'm plunged into the pits of depression, there is this saying echoing in my head that keeps me going:
"If you want something done, ask a busy person to do it. The more things you do, the more things you can do. - Lucille Ball"

Think of all the cute things. Keeps you smiling like a retard.

On the other note, I saw a really cute yellow cat sleeping underneath my car. I woke it up and it walked sluggishly. Its paws, its gait, I just can't help but to stare. I was running late but I couldn't help it; I needed to take its picture. The golden coat and white patch of fur just makes you want to keep it (for my case squeeze). Minutes later its attitude was nothing but annoyance: whenever I lift my phone up to take a picture of its good pose, it started licking at inappropriate places. This wasn't once mind you. I'm letting it go for now because the yellow feline keeps coming back. I'll have a good snap of it anyhow.

De-ja-vu. Was it the kitten months ago? The same one that irritated me to the core when I was busy studying for my finals? Well guess what furry paws- your distraction was not apparent on paper!

I just need faith.

PS- There's a full moon. Its luminance is so compelling it's difficult to ignore.

Till then,
Signing out...

Celine turns 19

2011-09-25T01:04:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

Hello. Posts will be short for at least a month or so (back in action probably after November). So Avi, go study your pathology or whatever first (dissecting would be a good practice). I think I'm gonna cry with my workload. In fact I'm not supposed to be blogging. Besides I don't think anyone is reading this because everyone has left to their respective Universities. Yes the massive spams on my fb newsfeed. Seems like everyone is in UK already! In fact everytime I've updated something, it means I'm slacking off.

My status of the week:-

"Facebook's continuous facilitation in stalking takes the term "stalker" to a whole new level when every action is now a notification. Hi, I'm online on Stalkbook where I either provide stalking information or conveniently feel like stalking almost every human I know in my life."

On the 20th of September, 2011.

It's one of those days I'll never forget. I am really happy when it struck midnight (even when it meant I've officially joined the 19 years old gang and that it's nearer). I felt special, and sad all the same. Sigh... *writes another note in potpourri: currently my wishing jar filled with cranes. Jar full of hopes- Jar of hearts? lol*

We know it's a known fact. But even if it seems illusory. What if.

Aside from studying, it's really just a normal day. I requested a no-cake-cutting-session because I already had that days back (and I'm not particularly interested in cake). Also, I'm still feeling melancholic because. Went out window shopping for half a day but couldn't decide on what to buy with my allowance. So I kept the money, probably postpone the time to get something. Random, I want to watch Johnny English! Hyperventilates! I'm still contemplating between "The Last Lecture; Jodi Picoult's; some background reading"...etc.. or many other golden classics/types of books.

Present and presents!

Also, there's this super awesome theory or would be breakthrough about the theory of relativity. I'm always fascinated by this because it involves--- I don't know I just feel that it's "magic" only put in logical terms. In fact, if neutrinos could travel faster than the speed of light (sorry Einstein), this little sub particle may be able to bend time and time travel! So if I could've sent a message to the past...Hmm :) Joan of Arc? This is a very interesting news. I'm following this update! Oh reading the newspaper today totally dropped my jaw.. So what's going on CERN? Physics is indeed the subject I least like. However, I have a particular interest in modern Physics.

I'm so in love with the potpourri!!!! Read the message too. So sweet!

The two most ironic books for a birthday, and for me. Oh well, time to get sappy?

I'm starting to wear thin. Don't dance around it. Is it time to let go of you?
And I've never heard silence quite this loud. Sigh, mental torture. It's getting closer. I'm scared.

Hehehe :3

Aside from that I'm pretty excited! 7 more months!

Till then.
Signing out...

The Last Two

2011-09-19T22:29:00.000+08:00

Part One. Lousy mode cannot cry.

Dear self,

So sick of doing my work. Ugh. *Procrastinates* And I'm sorry if it took me this long to finally post this up. Well the longer I delay, it would mean the longer the post! I cannot write properly with a disturbed mind (because my "qi" for writing properly was invested someplace else). So my mind is finally not that disturbed :D (because an unexpected discovery I had today made me daydream a lot. Positive ones haha)

Quickly types before she becomes stress again.

So I guess it's time to type about this. It is after all inevitable: Avisha is in Ireland to read medicine. So hi Avisha, if you're reading this, you're probably in your apartment now!

Farewell Dinner

Before getting all sappy and stuff, I'll just document the last two events; first being this (wants to finish this fast to get REAL sappy!). On the night of 11th of September, I visited Avisha because it was her farewell gathering. Her house wasn't that difficult to find because I used a gps and I roughly knew her place because I was there before this. Once. But I cannot remember why. Reached there at about 8ish (I cannot really remember).

When I arrived and was right in front of her house, I saw Avisha's parents walking outside. I knew it was the right house because I recognize Avisha's parents. It was still quiet inside and her friend Janice was there before me. I then confessed to her that I always assumed her to be Madam Ho jr when miss Janice doesn't even know me. I am that awesome. I saw Avisha's doggie as well!! Hmm, I was offered alcohol and we were sitting by the bar/divider throughout the night. I only used my tongue to touched it and it was super sour (and her alcoholic friend who has no saliva issues aka Tristan was taking gulps!). In the end I was sipping on mango juice although plain water would suffice. But hey, it's from India!

2009. Familiar?

The crowd eventually grew and soon it became quite noisy. Her dad gave a little speech and we had a mini praying session. Then it was time to dig in! The chicken Arul cooked was uber awesome btw. By this time, I became close with Avisha's old school friends who are quite entertaining and comical in some sense (I knew them all but pretended to be a dork). Albeit Tristan was being sarcastic yet humorous 24/7 while enjoying his Tiger Beer (my silent wish was for him to get drunk..but to no avail). Lots of snacks were served.

Writing fail

The highlight of this event was when I went to Avi's room. I was awed by her wall full of memories and nostalgic feelings were setting in. Finally got to touch our time capsule again. This time I wrote on the bag, just in case it gets into the wrong hands. Played with her skeleton as well, claiming that she murdered my husband or something.

The night felt extremely short, but I got sleepy when it was 10 so had a cup of Earl Grey's. Then I became hyper throughout! Unfortunately it was already past midnight and I had to drive back. So I bid farewell to Avi, thinking that it would be a long time before meeting up again. We shared the same umbrella when I was walking to my car because it was raining.

Me being a poser

The blurry back

ACTING studious

Random times with Rohit and Avi

Few days after the farewell, we managed to have an final gathering: just me, Avisha, and Rohit. This was because we had some stuff to settle in Subang so we deliberately squeezed our schedules to have a mutual time. It was raining and I stayed at Starbucks because I was the first to be there (had more issues to attend to). As expected, Rohit was an hour late.

Had pan mee and took lots of pictures while chatting away! The three of us then walked to Sri KL to settle our things and it took quite a while before we finally parted our ways. This one is pretty short. Because I do not like disclosing our topics of discussion haha.

Well. That's about it for now. I might update this post again or just add it in part 2 of this post. Toodles and be patient V!

Till then,
Signing out...

Early Birthday

2011-09-07T21:42:00.003+08:00

Wake me up, when September ends.

Dear self,

Random findings: Found out the etymology for "peer." So cool! From the Elizabethan era if I'm not mistaken (once more).

September is a month of memories and farewells: not only is it annually eventful in my life as my birthday falls on this fateful month; this year, the term commences once more; only now, we're all on our separate ways.

Separation has been a norm these past few weeks.

The plan was to meet up on the 1st before we're officially separated till God knows when (probably a year and this separation is only applicable to my high school friends and not college though almost all are leaving at about the same time i.e end of Sept for impe and camby peeps). Speaking of which, I've noticed that despite our biannual gatherings, it felt seemingly short between the time lapses. I don't know if by realizing this would be pleasing but *deep breath* the aging process seems to be accelerating exponentially as time progresses.

And now the age of 19 is drawing near. Honestly, I'm sort off bipolar in this sort of situation because I dread becoming 20 as I'm no longer a teenager yet I longed for independence which comes with age. Our 'prime time' is said to be getting closer (or has it already started?) yet I'm worried if I regret not appreciating this time of my life which will irreversibly pass. I sound so annoying, I should leave this matter aside now.

Back to the topic. At 12 midnight on the 1st, Avisha phoned me up and mumbled to herself while raising her voice. This shocked me a little because knowing her, she would never have called me during those hours for no apparent reason unless she wants to be really ironic plus I couldn't made out what she was saying: obviously speaking out of panic and impulse. Despite asking her to calm down (when I already started to panic), I still couldn't decipher what she was saying! It was then that I realized Daniel couldn't make it on the 1st so we eventually postponed our meet up on the 3rd instead. Dad was in Auckland then (as I can recall) so I was free to hangout. So there, rendezvous approved.

Our agreed time was 2pm which miserably failed because knowing the two girls (the other way round), they would've came at least half an hour late. But the definition of "late" was taken to a whole new level when Miss Rohit came at about 3:30pm, much to my dismay as he wasn't with any make up on. I was there at about 12:30pm but was busy running some "errands" and went to Starbucks and meet Avisha probably half an hour later while Daniel came at 2:30pm: the typical and expected time.

We went to Chilis and it took Rohit and Avisha a long time to come back after ordering their food which later turned cold. We had lots of chit chats and I'm really amazed by how I was so blur with the whole situation. This is because they had an early surprise birthday party for me as Daniel is going back to UK on the 5th and Avisha is leaving to Dublin on the 15th (I checked my diary to accurately type that out). Convenient yet pitiful for Avisha: everything she hates is something I like so you get the drill- that's how we roll.

A lot of time was spent on talking as we decided to not watch the Smurfs because opportunities like these are hard to come by. Also, we learnt about Daniel's unique 'invention' to eat corn and sarcastically said how an "Oxford graduate" like "him" uniquely thinks. And then teased Rohit about his mentality as a doctor, which Avisha then recedes as it would have backfired her as Dr Richards a well (she later blamed it on the varsity haha). We also jokingly talked about her bringing back all prospective Irish boyfriends simply to increase the luggage limit and bring more potatoes back for me (Daniel didn't even know Ireland is famous for its potatoes and he is living in Europe. You see what I mean by the sarcastic comment about Oxford graduate?). If you think that's bad her condition is a skull for her acknowledgement.

After Chilis we went for some grocery shopping with the two girls gossiping at the back. (I'm not part of the "two girls" so you could pretty much guess who are they)

Well, that's about it. I've not opened my presents and I've missed you guys already. Stupid Daniel left and Avisha's farewell is this Saturday. I have no idea on Rohit. Well, countdown is left to less than 8 more years..

Till then,
Signing out...

Superstar.

2011-09-05T22:08:00.000+08:00

This is wrong but
I can't help but feel like
There ain't nothing more right babe
Misty morning comes again and I can't
Help but wish I could see your face

And I knew from the first note played I'd be breaking all my rules to see you
You smile that beautiful smile
And all the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar

Good morning loneliness
Comes around when I'm not dreaming about you
When my world wakes up today you'll be in another town
And I knew when I saw your face I'd be
Counting down the ways to see you
And you smile that beautiful smile
And all the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar

You played in bars, you play guitar
And I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are
And you'll never see, you sing me to sleep
Every night from the radio

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar
Sweet, sweet superstar
Superstar
PS- on the verge of writing a post

Till then,
Signing out...

CAL Award Ceremony

2011-08-26T21:40:00.004+08:00

Dear self,

We had our Cambridge A levels Award Ceremony today. Was expecting some money like the time I had in Secondary School (RM2.7k I still remember!!) but got a piece of glass with my name on it (and a casing with someone else's name haha, maybe I should use it as a spectacles casing since the old one got slightly burnt in the lab. Speaking of lab, my lab coat is still in the trunk). No cert because it was already in the envelope together with our statement of results and transcript.

Before the ceremony started, I was waiting at Starbucks for more than an hour and couldn't order any coffee because there wasn't any electricity. Ended up buying the drink after the ceremony. When I arrived at the hall (walking under the rain with heels while sharing an umbrella ain't pretty), I had some trouble finding my seat because my name was in the "T" section, not "W".

People with 5As (yea nothing special for straight A*s students sobs sobs) are the last to receive the glass, and with my name starting with a "W," you could pretty much guess how long I waited. Got a call from FNN at that time too :D yay! When I was on stage the only thing I could imagine was me tripping cause of my heels. Hmm Taylor's HAD to display my compressed/flattened student ID picture for everyone to see. So sad! Sri KL representatives were there too so we had a photo session for Sri KL achievers/graduates. We make our Secondary School proud once again!

After the presenting of gifts, I had some refreshments/my dinner at the cafeteria. Took lotsa pictures with a few chit chats here and there.

Well that's it. From this post you could tell that I'm not exactly in the mood to blog. But I have nothing better to do.

My Fb status last year on this day:

Spongebob: "What do you usually do when i'm gone?"

Patrick: "Wait for you to come back."

So sweet. )':

Between the twins!

Till then,
Signing out...

Enchanting Euphoria

2011-08-18T22:14:00.006+08:00

Celine is currently undergoing chronic happiness.

Dear self,

What's gotten into me? I can't stop feeling so happy. In an extremely good mood I'm smiling like a retard now. I would probably smile and greet anyone. I can't....hyper......STOP! OMG :D

Destiny? Fate? I have no freaking idea. OMG this elation feels so good. Is feeling like a fairy tale princess.

This is so enchanting!!!!!!!! Argh I feel like screaming!

Happy? I demand Euphoria!
No one is going to calm me down now right?

Many essays will come. Mark my words. MANY.

Till then,
Signing out...

Miracles & Hope

2011-08-16T17:59:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

What if it's possible?

Miracles: they come unexpectedly and to everyone. However, just like homeostasis, life seems to have its own negative feedback mechanism. This makes it all balance and fair, making imperfections perfect, causing happiness to exist because of life's impermanence.

You cannot experience happiness without experiencing it's natural partner/enemy-sadness.

So just remember, however good or bad a situation is, it will change.

Also, being envious of others only happens when they have something that you don't but want. It's not really voluntary I know but remember: you have no idea what their life is like. They may also be envious of you too, as they do not have what you may or most possess. Perfectionists are only to those who have faults which aren't seemingly obvious or well concealed.

Normally, I dislike posting about negative thoughts because I do not wish to remember dark chapters of my life. Reason being on why I'm continuing to do so is because talking it out is so much better than keeping it in. Life is realistically not a complete picture without its dark spots too. Whatever happens, no matter how joyful or miserable you may be currently experiencing, it goes on. So why be miserable if it isn't going to change anything? Stop wasting your time and find solutions?

Ah, hormones.

Anyway, everything is looking better. Lets just hope for a miracle. Where's my miracle? It will come. It will. Is extremely busy now. Don't expect me to entertain you this month (or update well for that matter).

"I want to break free"
-Queen

Till then,
Signing out...

A levels, once and for all

2011-08-11T22:35:00.009+08:00

Dear self,

After a long, relatively torturous night; I took all the courage I had to check my results. One problem after another: anxiety turned to frustration.

The night seemed endless as the unforgiving time seemed to unfairly extend itself. Much to my surprise, I could fall back asleep just as easily as I woke up (multiple times I might add). A plausible reason would be due to the exhaustion from overly thinking about every possibility of my results which turned out to be an endless combination. That was one unwelcoming, terrible, mind breaking, and nerve wrecking experience. With two nightmares in one night, I woke up a couple of times thinking that it was already 7am, when a quick glance at the clock showed 2am and 4am respectively (these are the ones that I can recall). At that point of time, I knew, that this has got to end.

My initial plan of not checking my results; ditching Facebook; and ripping my SIM card out from my phone (lesson from O levels) failed when the above happened. I gave in to curiosity and got up a few minutes before 8, and tried to enter the most feared yet visited site. As expected but still annoyed- it crashed. For once, the anxiety and nervousness turned to annoyance as I massively spammed that site for nearly an hour. Maybe it's also a good way to brace ourselves from the sudden change of screen to display our results in full within a blink of an eye. Indeed I was a little less panicky.

When tired of continuously clicking the refresh button, I indulged in stalking others, and found that it wasn't as bad as what most had expected (results are normally like that). This reminded me that I should be hopeful, which then lifted my spirits up, only to be later plummeted again by natural pessimism and prudence.

Note: mom thought that I was busy crying and denying my results when it took me as long as an hour to check them. Cute confession really.

What else should I say? My results? I guess that's the whole point of this post. Drum rolls!

I got straight A*s!!! Which are Mathematics, Physics, Biology, and Chemistry!

Strong and solid ones too, well above the threshold mark to obtain them all. To beautify this complete set- with an A for AS Thinking Skills. So there I have it, perfect scores in College!

Euphoria and elation made me typed "Yes baby!" and posted it as my first Facebook status of the day. And then, something comical happened:-

The awkward moment

when your mother enters your room by surprise, with you leaving your computer turned on at one corner of the room, displaying the Facebook newsfeed page. Then, she sees your status saying "Yes baby!" Out of panic and shock, she touches your computer screen multiple times, hoping to expand the comments below while finding your claims such as: "my computer isn't touchscreen" and "it's purely about my results" to cease to exist.

I had to use the mouse to ease her soul.

To be honest, probably almost everyone took their results in a very positive manner. So there you go, visiting just one out of the many others feeling proud of what they've obtained.

PS- wanted to upload some pictures but the most depressing thing that happened today is my USB cable have gone missing. So I'll update/improvise this post some other time. Peace out! Peace of mind!

I'm gonna own you University life! *chuckles*

Till then,
Signing out...

Of Pictures and Captions

2011-08-10T18:16:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

This style of blogging is a new attempt. Only to keep my mind preoccupied and update myself of the ongoings of this holiday before it's over- which would be in no time. Not all are caught on camera, so I'll just pick a few since tonnes of it are up on Facebook anyway. And since they're too many, I'll update about the month of August as of today. A levels results are up tomorrow at approx 7:10am. I'm nervous.

Every week since the start of the holidays, I've been painting my nails and appreciating what we call as "nail art." This is my current design. New designs are on a weekly basis. Two days back it was blood red with floral prints. I like nail painting! Wants to own a blood red lipstick.

This is how it looks like relative to my face. Normally, I would remove my nail polish, trim my nails till what's left is just the nail bed; hence, short nails. I don't like long ones, too enclosed. Quite a number of people seemed surprised that I'm interested in this type of art. I'm doing all the manicure myself, not professionals, because it helps to kill time. In fact almost everyone seemed to be commenting about this new hobby I recently developed. Is that good? By the way, notice the pimple scar near my brows? Just scratched that one to bleed.

This little Monkey is by far the cutest key chain I ever owned. I bought it in Sunway right after the end of my exams- I think. Well it was just me, Joyce, and Jessica.

Had a barbeque and pool party for Malcolm's birthday, before leaving to UK and be a veterinarian. Was at Brandon's house and this- is Rifdy!

Had not seen Pei Xi since graduation; so there she is, playing in the pool. If you're wondering, yes I was in the pool too- playing. Surprised? I'm not posting pictures of myself in tights in this blog thank you.

Birthday boy! I miss these friends. Some from the school band, some my next door class 'bully,' tuition buddies from high school, and Gary who recently got back from London. Oh yes, we performed too; excluding me because I didn't have my clarinet. Seasons in the Sun :) Instruments were: guitar, drum set, piano, violin, flute, vocals. Sadly there aren't other available instruments. Like the trumpet Miss PeiXi! Loud maybe.

I was standing on the porch taking pictures of them. Was singing with Anna and Juan while the rest were being violent such as said picture or having a jacuzzi. We had a treasure hunt right before that: in search of Malcolm's gift. (and kissing game. Luckily I was the camera person)

This is my new hairstyle. My hair reached my elbows and fringe on my shoulders, so here it is- midlength!

My bangs are actually right above my nose.

Was out with the Turban buddies and me and Daniel got our Turbans from Avisha! Yes I was wearing a Turban from India @:D

Note to self: Clean mirror before making any attempt to be narcissistic!

Was out with Glory and Alicia yesterday. Apparently we look like foreigners here, as mentioned by Weng Lord. I like how stories in my life are about the people I met :)

Must. Start. Writing. Something. Useful. English. Getting. ROTTEN
Essays you're overdue!

Till then.
Signing out...

Captain America

2011-08-05T18:59:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

I watched Captain America for the second time but this round, I waited for the short clip after the credits, which turned out to be a trailer for "The Avengers." Elder sister wanted to watch it too but she was busy. Oh well.
Since my brother had been begging me to bring him there like there's no tomorrow, I obliged and took him to the cinema. I had to watch it with this little rascal/monster/angel. Well I'll take it as his reward by me. And he's currently struggling to finish his work because we just came back.

Jun Leong, brother

Evelyn, this was the sis

Okay enough about my personal life. Let's get back to business! What I really wanted to blog about is the awesomeness of Captain America. I don't get how the reviews for this movie are on two separate ends. I'm on the positive side because I was enjoying it even by the second time of viewing it.

Sadly my credibility isn't much there because:-
1. I'm easily entertained and amused
2. It's during the World War II era. Me likey history
3. The guy and girl are hot

Some swore it was by far terrible but some- just like me- recommended it to everyone they could think of. I'm yet to watch Thor, probably Iron Man too (haven't watched it yet) because the Avengers seems interesting.

Well, I'm done. I didn't say that it's a long, proper post now didn't I?

Till then.
Signing out...

Quotes I like

2011-08-04T02:02:00.003+08:00

Dear self,

Well, it's one of those nights again. Me having insomnia. Been chatting with friends, and then I get all philosophical. Here are a few quotes. Hope you found some wisdom as I did. (These are hand-picked by me):-

"I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?"

"There's nothing that could convince someone who doesn't want to be convinced. But there is an abundance of clues that would give the wanting believer something to hold on to."

"You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness."

"So many people enter and leave your life. Hundreds of thousands of people. You have to keep the door open so they can come in. But it also means you have to let them go."

"I could live a lie, but not bring myself to tell that small one."

"I hope you never think of anything as much as I think about you."

"But I knew the truth, and that's why I was so sad."

"I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud."

"I'm sorry, if that's true. The last thing I would have wanted was for you to be like me. I left so you could be you."

"The room was filled with conversations we weren't having."

"I wish we could have sat across a table and talked about nothing for hours. I wish we could have wasted time. I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time."

"I wish I had known that I wasn't going to see Mr. Black again when we shook hands that afternoon. I wouldn't have let go. Or I would have forced him to keep searching with me. Or I would have told him about how Dad called when I was home. But I didn't know, just like I didn't know it was the last time Dad would ever tuck me in, because you never know. So when he said, 'I'm finished. I hope you understand,' I said, 'I understand,' even though I didn't understand."

"I was exhausted and frustrated and pessimistic, even though what I wanted to be was happy."

"My life story is the story of everyone I've ever met."

"There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself."

"But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood."

"If I'd been someone else in a different world I'd've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent."

"In my brain I knew, obviously, but I guess my heart believed something else."
Also, it's my mother 45th birthday today!

Mommy talking. Back when I was in SMKBBSP

Oh there's my lil sista, Liann

Till then.
Signing out...

Bee Gees

2011-07-31T18:22:00.000+08:00

Dear self,

The feeling you get when you can't seem to find the amazing song you've just heard over the radio with no significant memory whatsoever of its lyrics and rhythm. At least I know who it's from. So I started hunting it down; which I now raise my white flag and surrender. In the process of finding it, I became sad because they're no longer performing. Well, it was good to listen them again (and songs from other great singers). My favourite (out of many others):-

<3

Till then,
Signing out...

Google+

2011-07-26T21:40:00.004+08:00

Dear self,

I'm officially a Google+ member! I'm so proud of myself (IT wise, in some sense anyways)! I mean, I've been using numerous accounts (such as Skype, started off with the phone) lately. And other random accounts I've created via iPhone. I like Whatsapp the most.

And- of all times- I'm sick. Sobs. I would love to continue typing but a few topics are restricted for now. So I guess I'll have to wait. Also, it's really a sad case that people find me humorous at unintentional and uncalled for times. And when I try to be comical, I'm lame. I guess that's why I'm confusing.

In less than 3 more weeks, I'm getting my A levels results! To be honest, I'm really really nervous. NTU here I come! But I won't promise that I'll stay (or leave)... So Singapore look out! I still hope that my lifetime wish is valid. But hey, it's a long time from now. Time will tell where I'll be.

If there's anything I've learnt in college, it's this:-

1. First impressions are always wrong
2. If you gotta be cruel, do it all the way
3. A significant number of people may not like you at first sight
4. Not only your academic life gets tougher, your social life too

OH CELINE HEAL ALREADY! *hyperventilates* Medicine kicking in. Goodnight! Have I mentioned that I've been sleeping the whole day? And at every corner of the house? I'm even wearing a piggy shirt for goodness sake.

You see? Brain damaged already. This is such a retarded post. And I'm ultra dizzy and high now.

I look so pallor now :( *embarrassed*

Signing out...

3 thoughts

2011-07-21T19:56:00.004+08:00

Dear self,

It has been a while since I last updated my blog (I wonder how many times have I said that when beginning a post). So I guess I'll probably type on many random things that came across my mind as I type. Nothing special in particular. Only feeling very relaxed and excited of the things set for me in the near future. I shall not disclose! Patience... patience... Even if it meant a year. It'll come. Oh I've not want anything as badly as this! For a closer date to come, I can't wait for the following week and the week after. I guess the unforgivable time would pass interminably when you're impatient about the things set in stone. Dear A levels results, you have no idea how trepidant I honestly feel. Thanks for putting me into that not-so-uncommon position. On a completely random note, there are lactic acid build ups around the hamstrings region it currently hurts and I'm already starting to lose some concentration. ): You see? random already. What a scattered mind.

buggy

Lately I've been very interested in the Old Order Amish which sparked from an unknown source. I got to know about them through an episode in the all time favourite cartoon "Dexter's Laboratory" when Dexter was trapped in a house full of Amish people while Dee Dee- as I recall- was in a UFO during a summer trip. It was a summer camp swapped between the two siblings. At that age, I thought it was some form of time travel since UFO doesn't exist in the real world (at least no known alien would welcome you in some random summer camp), why not the plain Amish? After all cartoons doesn't make sense most of the time: with Tom and Jerry supposedly having at least three lives per episode, it is a no wonder I didn't believe it even at that stage of life (Enid Blyton was truly convincing I swear). I ain't too gullible you know (ironic). I only knew such people exist after reading the story "Plain Truth" by Jodi Picoult. As always, her books are predictably the kind of fiction which touches a lot on law, medicine, pseudoscience, philosophy, morality, motherhood, and religion (being Amish is a religion on its own- under Christianity). Despite having love as part of an important role in most- if not all- stories she wrote (between simply anyone and not partners alone), it's not really an important element but a foundation for a story to create. I think I've been repeating this several times so I'll turn the page now. All in all, I'm trying to learn more about their culture. For curiosity sake.

The reputable Augustus

I just got a book about the love affair between Cleopatra Thea (VII) and Marcus Antonius. Not too sure if it's purely factual for the informative part because one of my purpose besides entertainment is to gain a more in depth knowledge about the two great people who once lived under the reign of Herod of Judea. Once again, I'm all too impressed by how a frail looking Octavian Caesar of the West would succeed to grab the throne and become the first emperor of Rome; while the greedy and pompous Antonii got the wealthy and prosperous West. I guess smarts beats someone of his own prime age with a primitive mind. I'm not done with the book yet. It's penned by Colleen McCullough, someone whom I respect when reading the author's biography. Anyone would be duly impressed. Oh the wonders of history, if anybody could understand! You know what? I might make a book review about it or probably anything I could think off about the intimate relationship between Egypt and Rome. If I'm hardworking enough. More information to be openly welcome.

Being entirely random once again, I've somehow recalled a funny incident which happened a few weeks back. It happened in KFC when I was taking away for dinner. My brother, already not too happy that he was forced to accompany me, decided to seek solace by rewarding himself with an ice-cream which he saw in a picture on a little cardboard placed on the counter. Lifting the cardboard and turning it over to the service crew standing at the cash register, he pointed on the piece of cardboard and asked if he could have it. Literally speaking- and trying to be sarcastic- I said he could have the cardboard since I assumed that he was pointing at it, and not pointing the picture out! Hmm it doesn't sound as funny here as it was in reality. Probably by looking at his gesture at the instant, it makes more sense. Also the fact that the reader is expecting to read a joke here when it was totally uncalled for on the spot makes it a far more terrible one. Sad. I guess the whole point here is to just type something out. Naturally not comical anyway.

Okay then. Out of random thoughts. End of post. Well it wasn't so dull now. Was it?

Till then.
Signing out...

7th of July

2011-07-07T22:26:00.003+08:00

Dear self,

High five a tree. 8 years.

Conversation of the day:-

Brother: I had stirfried angel's hair for lunch today in school
Me: Sri KL served angel's hair for students to eat? The angels must be bald now.
Brother: Yes, and they are blondies. The hair is yellow in colour

Till then.
Signing out...

Childhood

2011-07-06T21:42:00.004+08:00

Dear self,

Turning 19, it made me realise that a child's mind which was once ours is nothing but puerile and innocent. What seemed so oblivious to me now was something magnificently wondrous in my little mind filled with nothing but imagination and excitement coupled with youthful vigour. In the age of princesses, pirate ships and the seven dwarfs (lyrics from Taylor Swift haha), anything was possible with imagination.

The back of my hair was actually really short

Many things that happened in those days would last a long time or possibly forever in your cerebrum, especially if they are big impacts in your life. In fact some stains are carried along till today. For instance, my fear of water caused by an incident which remain fresh in my mind:- a swimming accident. I was in Pulau Redang with my family members. Unfortunately I did not know much about swimming to the point that I didn't even know we had to hold our breath underwater. So I dwelt around trying to build my own little sandcastle. Since the open ended sea looked fascinating, I obliged to swimming instead, joining everyone who had already plunged into the sea, tempting me to do the same as it seemed harmless. Soon I was caught by the current. To make matters worse, I was breathing and thus "drank" the sea water while opening my eyes to be unpleasantly stung by the salt water. These painful distractions made it quite impossible to panic and scream.

Despite some bitter moments- such as the one which brought me to have a fear for water- once we start to realize and learn to appreciate our childhood, it is gone. I guess our biggest flaw back then was to be impatient of growing up! No wonder Peter Pan insisted to be a boy eternally! Well this is a nice blunder of words.

Was reading a lot of my old blog entries. Seriously, I am childish it may be quite embarrassing.

Before I had my braces!

Funny how we used to compare about puberty, a lot.

Haha, I badly wanted to tie my hair

Till then.
Signing out...

Books

2011-07-05T20:14:00.003+08:00

Dear self,

Officially recycled all my books since Secondary School. Yes, I have been keeping them in the guest room until yesterday. Yet, I managed to save my Accounts and Business Studies studying materials; might come in handy one day. I gave my accounts textbook away to my high school friend for college use.

My favourite graph of all time. The trade cycle. I like saying slump.....Slump.

These books! We have a love-hate relationship!

One of my many vandalism

Till then.

Signing out...

Truths

2011-06-28T19:17:00.005+08:00

Dear self,

This post is inspired by my friend Hoh Li Chin, who apparently got inspired by me. Interesting twist. And honestly I am not sure how I gave her that inspiration. Read on and you might know.

Note: Those in blue are written by her so halfway through you might notice some black fonts, which are by me to further comment.

Excerpts from my diary dated June, 24th 2011:

...The truth hurts. But, it is certainly necessary for one to confront the Truth in order to grow up. Like a friend of mine, Alwin Choo once said to me: "Growing up is never easy. It is a painful process." Looking back, I begrudgingly agree.

To quote Celine Wan: "The truth is always frightening. However, when one has embraced the Truth; Illusion and Falsehood, which were once a source of comfort, become even more frightening."

The truth is not always beautiful. It is ugly, even. Illusion and Falsehood look perfect and rosy as they are what we yearned to see and have in our life.

We would like to believe that our friends are trustworthy, that they would never ever betray us no matter what comes. We would readily believe that our kins and friends will guard our innermost secrets jealously, honour their words to the letter and accept us for who we are. We would readily believe that our family and relatives have our best interests in their hearts, always. We would like to believe that people in our lives love us unconditionally.

But alas, most of these are simply our Illusions. The truth becomes palpable as we are growing up as adults. The world is not as innocent and puerile as we have always thought and would like to think when we were young.

Truth No. 1: True friends are hard to come by. Not all friends are genuine and sincere. There will be quite a few that would betray, lie, backstab and break your heart.< i know this too well as i was a culprit and a victim as well when it comes to this. i'd learnt my lessons the hard way and paid a heavy price for them> To be honest, in my experience, I believe that everyone has the potential to do so. So I would suggest that theoretically, true friends doesn't exist, they're just an ideal theory, or a figment of our imagination unless of course flaws and mistakes are ignored.

Truth No. 2: Not all kins and friends will guard your innermost secrets and honour their promises to the letter. You'll be appalled to learn that some would be very happy to spill the beans if they were given the opportunity to do so or when prodded by the most random of strangers. Some amidst of us elicit sinful pleasures from gossiping and trading not-so-pleasant stories with others; even their own immediate family members are not spared. Everyone is capable of doing both the good and bad. In fact I would confidently say that no single human had done just one of the above. In other words, no one is totally perfect nor entirely flawed. Sometimes, most decisions are governed by our emotions or personal interests and perks. So to not suffer from being a victim, just forgive and let go. I've learnt a lot from the book "Change of Heart."

Truth No. 3: Our parents and the elderly in our family may not have our best interests in their hearts. You would be quite disappointed to learn that many have their personal agendas in store for their children. Some even have them before their children are brought into the world. This may not be a harmful fact, but probably hurtful to some due to difference in personal interests and point of views. This was also a lesson I've learnt from the book "Six Thinking Hats" by Edward de Bono. No matter how contradicting both claims are, they may both be right. Read the book and you'll know.

Truth No. 4: Like anything in life, even love has its conditions( that would depend on the type of love). And, not all(if not many) are willing nor capable to love, accept and respect everyone in their life unconditionally. True love may be a rare phenomena. Sometimes, it may even come about with conditions as its roots. I don't believe in it.

Truth No. 5: Yes, we may love our friends and family very much. But, we may get tired over time. Outwardly, we may appear to listen and give our undivided support and attention. Perhaps, initially, it was all genuine. With the passage of Time, we may become worn-out of their incessant rants and tirades. We can get tired, no matter how much we love them. Do not take yourself too seriously, no one else does.

There are so many more unpleasant Truths which I may have heard but may not necessarily have discovered nor experienced in any personal way. But, then again, it's probably because I'd been allowing myself to be blinded by Illusions, Delusions and Falsehoods in the past. The ones that I have just listed are some that I'd discovered and experienced in my short life. I'm afraid there is an exhausting list of unpleasant truths awaiting to be uncovered as we go through our journey of life...

Although we may have realized it sooner or later- if not seemingly oblivious- this is truly a good lesson brought to words. It's better to be aware of something we may have already know of but have not given much of attention to. Thanks for bringing that to light by making us less ignorant of our past mistakes Hoh Li Chin. This is because one learns by making mistakes. That's why we shouldn't regret making them. However, repeating them again is stupidity henceforth the importance of its awareness. And to be socially skilled, we need to know some philosophy.

Till then.
Signing out...

College Prom

2011-06-12T16:13:00.011+08:00

This post was drafted at around 11pm on the 11th but Celine got sleepy and hungry so it was only posted a day after. Poor brain functioning equates fuzzy details in this post. So fuzzy, vague memories might only be left too.

Dear self,

Is so tempted to type a different post regarding the human blood (random finds) but there is this weird self obligation to start on this first. And this is off topic haha. Oh well random fails by my wacky self :)

Prom: Classic Hollywood Glamour

Note: Landscape photos directly at the bottom of this post. Too messy. Portraits placed on the right corner.

It was our final event, our final journey together as friends and peers altogether in this remarkable night. However so, we will still remain as friends forever. Everyone dressed in suits and dresses, looking glamorously formal in fancy outfits in conjunction with the theme as said above.

I like the back of my hair

I for one, felt a slight discomfort because looking formal somehow equates to feeling a bit different from the norm. Despite the make up (long and difficult process and I'm not even the one doing it) and hair do and all, people like me would tend to be in a state of shock by how everyone- myself included- could look significantly different in just a night. Although I have to admit my face felt a bit more roundish than usual and a few other defects here and there, but physical outlook is not that important now. We all look great as a human anyway for it is a birthright to feel beautiful about yourself no matter what others might have said about you- and that was totally random.

The venue was in JW Marriott Hotel, Kuala Lumpur and as expected, everyone had to be stucked in a massive jam as it is at the central area of KL: filled with numerous traffic lights and pedestrians. My ticket was with Jun Wan who passed it to Zan Hong. When I arrived, the crowd, all dressed smartly in gowns and suits, were sprawling around the hotel lobby, probably feeling a bit shy as I do. Naturally, I would want to grab hold of anyone whom I've known or have at least met before, just to greet and probably start a conversation while feeling a little less lonely because most of my classmates weren't there yet. In the meantime I've discovered that it was pretty difficult to recognize almost anyone from afar- great way to start a topic!

Actually have a big pimple at the center of my forehead

Standing and wondering around aimlessly, with eyes shifting here and there, admiring the outifts of others while having a little conflict with self because I needed to stop walking as stilettos were never my sort of normal footwear but continued strolling about; I happened to stumbled upon a few of my friends, and had a few random chats with some acquaintances while meeting new friends of friends. Namely Helen, Wan Yee, Li Xian, and a few others. Luckily, my close friend Krystle arrived shortly after I was there, who looked stunning in a white cheongsam. So, we continued on with a few photo-taking sessions (honestly for most social dinners involving people at my age, more than 60 percent of the time would be photo-taking sessions but today, I wasn't as active as I was before) and then stoned for quite a while because we had to wait for the rest to arrive mainly because Jun Wan had her ticket and partly due to our slight nervousness to move about. Thus, the awkward moment.

After everyone had arrived, we registered and had a blue chop with the shape of a lip stamped on our hands. We seated at our reserved table with the number 12 and photo-sessions commence once more! Overall, the performances were great, starting with a group of dancers from the Dance Club, followed by the regular speech ritual, and finally, a jaw dropping dance performance by our very own lecturers, dancing to the song "Poker Face" and a few more which I can't seem to recall, but it was an eye opener to witness what was once a normal teacher you saw everyday in these past 18months into a potential hip shaking star. The emcees were two bald men.

There was also a mini game which I find to be pretty common in events like these (we didn't win anyway, but my table won last time!) that seemed to be similar to a treasure hunt game. For the rest of the little entertainment show or competitions, I no longer pay much of attention because by then, I've already become a ravenous monster and voraciously devoured my starters (I'm referring to the wild mushroom soup, didn't really like the bread and butter). Sadly, it wasn't enough to fulfill my hunger hence the endless complaints due to food deprivation! I salute those who bear with me because their ears were at stake. Another competition which I seemed to took notice was the Best Dress Competition (only competition which people seemed to actively took part in as part of the audience I presume), but I couldn't see much even if I tried anyway despite being in table 12: one of the front tables.

After having my meals (chicken with grated potatoes as the main course, I didn't like my cheesecake for dessert), I went out and played with Avisha in the loo- and it involved a camera. Shortly after that we were just strolling around aimlessly, in the same time exploring the hotel nearby the ballroom. The crowd grew after a while so we made our way up to the highest floor where not many were and observed the crowd, busy posing to take some pictures. We had a lot of random conversations too, just to catch up with one another, keeping ourselves updated since we've not been talking much in Semester Three. I was near to never in college anyway. So upon completion of our A Levels, we must always need to keep up with the updates!

Time flew and after all the walking (to be more specific we're just standing and sitting at various locations, observing the crowd once more) and talks with lots of my other friends (taking pictures is compulsory! but I forgot to take with some, probably too caught up with the conversations), it was already 11:30pm. Aside from receiving epic messages from parents, I was tired anyway. So we parted our ways, some going off clubbing while others remained to take more pictures. Quite a number were staying overnight too, many in the hotel and probably anywhere else. Last I heard over facebook some even woke up with their prom clothes due to overexhaustion from all the fun they had yesterday. Many stayed up way past midnight and I am no exception, somehow excited or maybe was experiencing a post-prom syndrome.

This is my favourite status from a friend Jessica (and I'm envious of all the fun they had too!):

"Prom. Drinks. Four friends. A car. A city. City lights at night. Driving all night long. Getting lost. Open sunroofs. Screaming into the open night. Breakfast at the side of a cliff overlooking the city lights watching the dawn break. (: "

Probably some had cried, or at least had teared at the thought that this may probably be the last time we're seeing each other again (results are online). I know I've got the sudden nostalgic feeling because when Adam (Zhen Wei) brought that topic up as I was about to leave the hotel, a sudden feeling of sadness won over me. We may have parted on our separate ways, chasing our dreams and one day become a noble somebody, and probably down the road, what's left are just fragmented memories of some chapter in your life once upon a time. Yet what remains, friendship, will remain forever. Received a graduation present from Avi and it's now full of stickers. Photo size is big so I'll upload that some other time too. Super lazy mode switched on once more. Yes there's a list of pictures that I wish to post in this blog, and the other one too. Sigh.

Also I'm not attending our Redang class trip.

Lazy to upload more. They're all on Facebook my eyes are burning!!

Till then.
Signing out...

End of A levels

2011-06-03T20:18:00.014+08:00

Dear self,

Soar I tell you! Soar!!! C:

This one and a half years felt like a breeze, and the next thing I know, here I am closing the chapter of my college life, although up next would be our results day which is by the end of July. I do hope that I have the results I want. I'm counting on you stars, please grant my wish. My room is disturbingly empty now, and the mess on my table have disappeared. Pens and pencils all put in its proper place, awkward. Where is my mess?

Many goals that need to be fulfilled, and many activities that need to be done. I am sure that I can achieve them all by the time I pursue my degree. I am evolving into an auntie too, so I hope that I would make my dad proud once I'm finally in Singapore- to show off my skills which he could never imagine I would possess :D

Something isn't right, despite tasting freedom, I feel empty. So our last activity in college (minus the results) would be our prom night, on the tenth. I forgot our theme.

PS- having trouble updating with long posts now due to tight schedules, probably because it's the first week of my two to three months break before formal studies commence once more

Am pretty excited about everything that is going to happen.

~~Fate is funny. Never to be trifled with.~~

Is crazy of the song
I run to you - Lady Antebellum
Dopamine do your thing!

Signing out...

List of things to do

2011-05-25T23:43:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

After vigorously debating with myself on what to do at this very instant, I've finally come to conclusion that I'm wasting my time, so would like to blog instead because it's already 10:30pm. Just for today at least, I would be doing nothing.

Finally had our second last paper today (which was Chemistry p42) and never in my life have I cursed so often in public. Well this is because I was pranked, and I hate that gullible side of me. Will not want to remember that incident hence the details stops here.

So now, I'm given a one week study leave to prepare (aka mug) for my Bio paper. This is personally by far the most difficult paper for me because my memory power isn't as good as what others might think. Also, the ability to present answers has always been a challenge for me.

Alas, we have received our college magazine today, which marks the end of our college chapter; and my is it thick! In all honesty it was the first time for me to see my class's profile page; and I am in some extent pleased with it, despite the fact that the captions under my identity wasn't created by me at all. Oh well, thumbs up anyways.

To study or not to study? Oh well, off to bed then.

List of things to do:

1. Hang out with PM6
2. Learn Chinese (should be really serious in this)
3. Improve culinary skills
4. Self enhance all other skills involving house chores?
5. Shopping
6. Read more about history
7. Jodi Picoult
8. Learn how to play Mahjong from Joyce
9. Read up! Probably via Stumble upon
10. Update blog
11. Write more. Still need to improve and good timing to do so
12. Misc~ (e.g get a hair cut, etc)

I'll probably get a fringe haircut because I can't differentiate between my bangs and the back part of my hair anymore. My hair is so long, the last time I went to the saloon was even noted in here.

It's like one carpet. I've been tying a bun lately, to hide this straggly mess

Deliberately taken to allow visualisation of hair length. Turned out to be an awkward pose.

Note: Picture intentionally cropped to prevent privacy invasion haha

Toodles.

Lesson learnt today: Do not be so gullible. Seriously. I can't believe that it was a see through. Unbelievable.

Signing out...

I do - Colbie Caillat

2011-05-20T11:05:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

Of all artists, Colbie Caillat has the best sense of style. I love her songs. I love her personality. And I love this album.

It's always been about me myself and I
If all relationships were nothing but a waste of time
I never wanted to be anybody's other half
I was happy to say that our love wouldn't last
That was the only way I knew to that you

You make we wanna say
I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Yeah, I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Cause every time before we spend like
Maybe yes and maybe no
I can live without it, I can let it go
Ooh, I did, I get myself into
You make we wanna say I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do,

Tell me is it only me
Do you feel the same?
You know me well enough to know that I'm not playing games
I promise I won't turn around and I won't let you down
You can trust and never feel it now
Baby there's nothing, there's nothing we can't get through

So can we say
I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Oh baby, I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Cause every time before we spend like
Maybe yes and maybe no
I won't live without it, I won't let it go
Wooh Can I get myself into
You make we wanna say

Me a family, a house a family
Ooh, can we be a family?
And when I'm old and sit next to you.

And when we remember when we said
I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Oh baby, I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Cause every time before we spend like
Maybe yes and maybe no
I won't live without it, I won't let it go
Just look at what we got ourselves into
You make we wanna say I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do,
Love you

<3

Signing out...

Chemistry Joke: Hell explained.

2011-05-19T18:41:00.003+08:00

Dear self,

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid term.

The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.

Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

The student got an A.

Signing out...

In the midst of A2

2011-05-17T16:33:00.005+08:00

Dear self,

We are having our A2 exams now, which would end on the 1st of June. And unfortunately, the papers get tougher after each paper that we are taking (i.e three sciences and maths). So best it be that I blog now before the difficult ones approach too close for comfort: albeit having a week break before the exams commence once more on the 1st, because that paper would be- BIOLOGY!

I'm also blogging to pass my time because I'm printing out some marking schemes. So heck, just to entertain myself.

I feel like making a list of things that I should do once my exams are over. But first things first, I freaking need to get a hair cut. I feel like an awesome Chewbacca.

Yesterday I got unlucky. My blue pen decided to ran out of ink while I was writing in the exam hall. Also, I got a paper cut on an important finger for writing. Oh how disturbing it was...

What other things have I not updated here? It has been a while since I blogged publicly so it's quite difficult to remember every minute detail!

So there, my entry for May :) I will continue to hardcore blog again when June arrives!

Signing out...

Today was a fairytale

2011-04-29T21:11:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

Fairytales do come true :)

123 comments. That's right. Full coverage. :D

Today was a fairytale - Taylor Swift

Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress
You took me by the hand, and you picked me up at six
Today was a fairytale, today was a fairytale

Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress
You wore a dark gray t-shirt
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess
Today was a fairytale

Time slows down whenever you're around
But can you feel this magic in the air?
It must have been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standing there

It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale
It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale

Today was a fairytale
You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
Every move you make, everything you say is right
Today was a fairytale

Today was a fairytale
All that I can say is now it's getting so much clearer
Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face
Today was a fairytale

Time slows down whenever you're around
Yeah yeah

But can you feel this magic in the air?
It must have been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standing there

It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale
It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale

Time slows down whenever you're around
I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest
Did you feel it?
I can't put this down

But can you feel this magic in the air?
It must have been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standing there
It must have been the way

But can you feel this magic in the air?
It must have been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standing there

It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale
It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale
Today was a fairytale

Signing out...

I'm just bored

2011-04-25T22:34:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

Well just blogged (private blog) about one of those terrible days you would dread to have i.e today. So now I would like to talk about my Easter :)

This would be pretty short because I have already come to the point of slacking.. My A levels finals in about two weeks So here is another hiatus post?

Babies were everywhere and I've done nothing very meaningful anyway. Just egg eating and reminisce about egg decorating during my times in CF. Well I think I'm agnostic now.. And Good Friday? I was a bad girl.

I'm bored

My brother is bored (in school)

I'm bored so the photographer is yours truly

While studying I was building castles in the air

Here's a glimpse of what I see every damn day

I'm so bored and I don't wanna study.

kthxbai. And happy hiatus. Was downloading music hence online.

Signing out...

Obsessed, Mariah Carey

2011-04-24T23:32:00.003+08:00

Was listening to my 2009 music album and came across this song. It is a no wonder I didn't delete it.

Obsessed Lyrics

I Was Like, why you so obsessed with me?

So Oh Oh Ohh
So Oh Oh Ohh
So Oh Oh Ohh

Will the real MC please step to the mic?
MC- You need an MC, place to be
MC the MC

All up in the blogs
Say we met at the bar
When I don't even know who you are
Say we up in your house
Sayin' I'm up in your car
But you in LA but I'm out at Jermaine's

I'm up in the A- you so so lame
and no on here even mentions your name
It must be the weed, it must be the E
'cause you be poppin, hood, you get it poppin'

Ooh oh
why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin' that you're sexin me
when everybody knows it's clear that you're upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn't impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn't get this

You're delusional, you're delusional
Boy you're losing your mind
It's confusin yo', you're confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you're bathin' in windex

Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me? (so oh oh so oh oh oh)
And all the ladies sing,(so oh oh oh oh oh) all the girls sing

Soo oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh - obsessed
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh - obsessed
oh oh oh oh oh ohh

You on your job, you hittin' hard
Ain't gon feed you, imma let you starve
Graspin' for air I'm ventilation
You out of breath, hope you ain't waitin
Tellin' the world how much you miss me
But we never were so why you trippin'
You a mom and pop, I'm a corporation
I'm the press conference, you a conversation

Ooh oh why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin' that you're sexin me
when everybody knows it's clear that you're upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn't impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn't get this

You're delusional, you're delusional
Boy you're losing your mind
It's confusin yo', you're confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you're bathin' in windex

Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me? ( so oh oh oh ohh so oh oh)
And all the ladies sing,( so oh ohh so oh oh ohh all the girls sing
so oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh- obsessed
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh -obsessed

oohhh.
why you so obsessed with me?(he's all up in george forman)
lyin' that your sexin' me( Lyin' that your sexin' me ooh)when everybody knows.

It's clear that your upset with me (wo-oh)
Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress last man on the earth still couldn't get this(Last man on the earth still coulnd't get this.)
You delusional, your delusional(he's all up in my george forman).
Boy your loosing your mind(your mind)
Got you all fired up in your napoleon conplex(your mind)
seeing right through yo' like your bathing in windex.(your mind)

Signing out...

'09 Sports Day

2011-04-16T20:52:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

Wow. Lately, I have been blogging a lot no? So I was supposed to wake up at 6 am today to fetch my brother to school because he would be having his cross-country marathon. Unfortunately for me, he told me that I didn't have to drive him to Subang when I was almost ready and was about to get in to the car; so angrily, I slept- but this time- I really overslept.

Also, the school band finally changed into a better looking uniform and that got me to reminiscence of the good nostalgic past of playing the black pipe. Sadly though, I've also recently come to realise that in Taylor Swift's video, she portrays clarinetists as nerds. Thanks a lot.

The Sports Day is something which I do not really like and is a regular annual event that happens in every school. And somehow, I'm always in the winning team no matter how much of a liability I am for any team to have me in as part of a house member. So for the year 2009- my final senior year- it was no exception. I forgot the house theme but it looks like it had some sort of shield. I like the previous year's one though, a beautiful Phoenix with its awesome logo on the t-shirt, albeit the mascot looks like a chicken. Also, skipping classes a few weeks before that special day is a common thing.

The sun was almost up, and the morning breeze can still be felt. The day had finally come and the stadium was filled with small chats and whispers, because it would take a few more hours before the grand opening of the function. The buses to drop off the students to the stadium had not arrived, while some of those who came by private transport had already arrived. On the contrary, instead of feeling peaceful and tranquil, I was practically running to the area where we band members were supposed to gather: assembling our instruments and getting in to place. It was not easy being a band member because we lead the march past- what's more for those who play the flute or clarinet- because we are always placed at the front row. Hence, getting ready early is important. Yes, all for avoiding sports.

Before arriving at the stadium, I was panicking because I was an hour late for being early. Although I had a sudden nauseating feeling, I couldn't be absent on this very day (or all my efforts would be in vain damn it). I told my band president that I would not be able to reach the school on time to catch the bus specially to pick us members up, and had no choice but to go straight to the stadium using a private transport. Although temporarily lost, when I reached the stadium, I was relieved to see that I was five minutes earlier than they were. Unfortunately, all that running made me tired, hot, sweaty, and I felt worse. I suspected that I had gone down with a fever. Upon arriving at the stadium, my band members started to be worried about me because apparently, my hair was in its unusual mess and I looked pallor and fatigued. An inaudible scream in my mind seemed to go, "Why is this happening to me!"

Despite this, I managed to pull myself together and had a brief march to our positioning spot. My friends had encouraged me to prevail such luck because without me as one of the reference point, no one would know their actual positions as the marching alignment would have a gaping hole. My heart was now pounding hard because while marching, I would be playing a song and later after the march, had to be in an idle position for about an hour as the respective people would be giving their speech. We had to wait at least until the speeches and oath was over and the other march past teams to leave the field.

The sun was beating down, and the sounds of the drums rolling can finally be heard. Our drum major gave us the signal to start marching in position. We then marched forwards, while holding our precious instruments with pride and caution.

The crowd was going wild, and the drum major made a successful attempt to throw the "staff" ( honestly I have no freaking idea what is it called) high up in the air and caught it in style. Every one gave us a loud applause, which was pleasing to the ears. The commentator of the ceremony then announced formally with her position.

Steffi- the one who was leading us, gave us the positive signal to start playing. We played the 'Wawasan 2020' song while marching. An hour or so had passed and it felt as if my legs were about to gave up on me, but we finally marched forward and was playing in a concert style position. The conductor- who was also Steffi- proudly stepped up on stage when we were announced again about the title of the songs that we were about to perform.

Although feeling numb all over throughout the whole oath and speech giving session, I was determined to stay strong and was thrilled to witness the remarkable performances by every march past team, even if it was viewed from behind. It took us about a few minutes to perform two of our songs until we finally marched away from the running track, making way for the first sports event to be held. Then, the opening ceremony had finally ended.

After climbing up the stairs to the gathering area, we took many group photos (I looked terrible!) before disassembling our instruments. Although extremely tired, it was an event worthwhile to be remembered (and thus blogged) and above all shared a successful performance. Without further a due, I called my dad and impatiently left the stadium to enjoy my well earned rest for the day. Having a fever during my final school sports day was definitely a marked event to remember because it was an experience only a few ever had!

So let's just hope yellow house wins again!

Signing out...

Love. Family. Bondings.

2011-04-15T16:16:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

I've lost my book containing a collection of poems I've made since 2007. Screams and kicks around.

I'm sorely displeased with such clumsiness. Anyways, just checked my trials results a few hours ago, and I'm relieved in some sense, because anxiety kills. Well, I am into the mood for writing today so here goes nothing.

P.S - Yes I still remember my accrued work regarding the market case. Will do one day but I don't know when :) Because now, I'm more interested to type about this.

Everlasting family love

Recently, something sparked me to write about this. That is after reading a reply from a CEO, JP Morgan, to a pretty girl seeking a rich husband forum. Honestly, girls like these have "secret weapons," and that is to threaten with child. In an ever materialistic world, a long lasting love seems quite impossible. Yet, I disagree. Here is an example of a love so strong it's difficult to ignore nor envy. This, is a personal recount few years back. (hopefully I get the details right and if not, add a few spices here and there just to make this sound a whole lot more interesting, you know, to catch your attention?)

Basically, years back when I was in a Japanese restaurant, an old Caucasian couple had caught my attention. From the point of view of an over assuming stranger, they seemed to be childless despite their advanced age because their "child" is an Indian girl, which in turn presumably shows that she is adopted. Paying particular attention to them was not hard, because we were sharing the same private room containing a table (which was not separated, as usual) big enough for two families. So this made silent conversations quite impossible. Eavesdropping was made easy too.

The husband, I assumed to be around the age of 50, is a bearded Caucasian man. He had a friendly expression and a slightly wrinkled face. They seemed to be having a formal dinner because they were all pretty much well-dressed, with him wearing a suit, tailored to fit nicely on his obese body. He was also experiencing some hair thinning problems. The wife, on the other hand, seemed to be at the peak of her forties and was overweight as well. She had a slightly lesser wrinkled face as compared to her spouse, probably with the help of the wondrous camouflaging ability of cosmetics. They both looked wealthy too, since she was heavily accessorised with gold jewellery coupled with obvious branded items such as her bag, to begin with. Even her spectacles was gold-framed. She looked petite with a rather happy expression. Her heart-shaped face looks exquisitely beautiful when accompanied by her Duchenne smile. Somehow, I can't help but to feel a sense of motherly warmth when she starts looking at her daughter, who is all dressed in a pretty pink blouse, with other accessories to complement with her clothes. This might have made other young girls at her age to glance at her for such formality.

I heard the husband's voice, though coarsed and tenor, gave a sweet tone, wishing his wife a happy 30th anniversary. Then went on with continual chats and talks about the child's progress in her ballet classes, if I'm not mistaken. The rest was all a big blur, but one thing is for certain: that is what I call a beautiful, happy family.

Wow I'm such a stalker.

Signing out...

Relived. Enchanted.

2011-04-13T23:34:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

It has been a while, and I really do miss blogging. How I ache for new topics to write on but it is getting past midnight so short post here: just to notify that I've not abandoned dear you, for you're the only one who would patiently wait and listen to my every story, with every alphabet as I type. So trials have passed, and all I do is nothing but slack. Being a couch potato or more accurately a pig, is what I currently am.

Taylor Swift, how long must I wait for a new song? I've been longing for something..

Currently addicted to: Enchanted (for months now, surprisingly)

Enchanting frame. The power of iPhone. :)

So one last random sentence before I leave,

Well, till now, the wondrous side of nature has always been synonymous to prairies to me (not prairie DOGS damn it), so will it change? A question I've sometimes ponder.

Wow. This is totally aimless. Work harder on a better post, hopefully tomorrow. Adios.

Signing out...

Like A G6 spoof: GOT A C6!

2011-03-26T23:45:00.009+08:00

Dear self,

Shared by Benjamin. This is so funny I just have to post this in my blog just in case I forget haha!! It's about the Singapore GCE O level's C6 grade, which is the borderline credit in their examination system. I swear this is the parody of the year. And normally, I don't like parodies... Exception: Rebecca Black's parodies.

This has always been a catchy song to me. Used to find it synonymous to C4 plants such as corn. Not anymore.

Gotta get back to studying or I'll really end up with a C6. Just finished the most excrutiatingly difficult chapter in bio. I will never make it as a neurologist- not that I still want to be a doctor.

Sorry about the Earth hour..

Signing out...

Hiatus for A2

2011-03-06T22:16:00.008+08:00

This will be my only post for March's entry

Dear self,

A2 is around the corner and I'm constantly feeling doomed and stressed out. This is a terrible month for me so I've decided to withdraw myself from the ever so tempting virtual world.

"If you want happiness, laziness may seem tempting but true happiness comes from satisfactory due to self accomplishment."

-Adapted by me from Anne Frank's diary. I like her mentality.

So, before I start to look all nerdy and freaky (as said by past juniors), taking pictures of myself seems nice :)

Celine's Exam (Nerd) Outfit

-Pimples [partly an "outfit" thanks to insufficient sleep and stress (random, force per unit cross-sectional area rofl)]

-A ponytail with clips all over my fringe to avoid any form of distraction

-Spectacles (although I wear them all the time in class, but this time outdoors as well)

-Weird panda eyes with lines underneath

-No extra accessories and jewelleries (ear studs preferably or none at all)

-Long sleeved shirts

-Longs pants (Normally jeans)

-Sneakers

And you'll never recognise me. Well, I scared a little boy once because this kid couldn't recognise me =_=

So... Before I say good bye

I have this weird habit of using perfume nowadays. This is one of my oldest bottles. A Xmas gift: Estee Lauder's.

Yea you'll never see me like that for now. Sobs. I know I have a round face

So I'm gonna sleep late tonight because I feel awful and guilty.

Oh! Look what I found!! ( I hate my computer. Photos are EVERYWHERE. I'm so disorganised)

Good times. Good times..

I have ten more of this cute little creature's photos. I was stalking this little nephew hahaha. The way he eats is a wonder. And he poses just like me right? Teehee.

PS- I Am Number Four is an awesome movie! Oops.

Happy studying!

Signing out...

Anne Frank

2011-02-27T15:12:00.004+08:00

This is my hundredth post! Congratulations Celine!

Dear self,

Alas, I've finished reading The Diary of A Young Girl.

I don't know about any of you; whether I am "syok sendiri" or anything similar to that, but I do believe that we share many similar traits such as her interests and perception of life. Probably her attitude too. FRANKly speaking my last name is Ann. Sorry I just had to make that pun, and it was impromptu.

There is one particular entry which caught my attention. I'll just retype the final paragraph here. FYI I'm pretty much inclined to agnosticism, otherwise Methodist.

Thursday, 6 July, 1944

...

People who have a religion should be glad, for not everyone has the gift of believing in heavenly things. You don't necessarily have to be afraid of punishment after death; purgatory, hell, and heaven are things that a lot of people can't accept, but still a religion, it doesn't matter which, keeps a person on the right path. It isn't the fear of God but the upholding of one's honour and conscience. How noble and good everyone could be if, every evening before falling asleep, they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day and consider exactly what has been good and bad. Then, without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of each new day; of course, you achieve quite a lot in the course of time. Anyone can do this, it costs nothing and is certainly very helpful. Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience that: "A quiet conscience makes one strong!"

Yours, Anne

Signing out...

Vermin.

2011-02-23T00:08:00.006+08:00

Dear self,

Well this was some time ago. Just didn't post it till today.

On the superficial side of the note, I would like to type a personal recount on what had happened very recently and to be exact, a few minutes ago. I went to get some tea quite a while ago and upon opening the room door, I got greeted by a cockroach and it self proclaimed that it was invited into my room, so yes it went in. I shouted my sister's name from afar albeit 11pm and resorted to banging her room door much after losing my voice (I was going to get water remember?). True as it is, she was listening to music and then hesitatingly went to my rescue!

When the vermin ran off, I couldn't help but screamed because being a kakorrhaphiophobic (I forgot the spelling), the thought of looking at a cockroach running is sickening. Damn those athropods.

This reminded me of the time when my entire day was spoiled because of that pest sleeping with me on my body. Yes that's right a living nightmare. So I actually drove to the nearest convenience store to buy two packets of moth balls (which are all dried up now hence the cockroach) and got caught in a traffic jam with limited parking spaces all for the price of those naphthalene balls. And yes, traffic increases exponentially every minute.

This is truly one of the worst encounters I've ever had and an experience I'll never forget.

My night was also spoiled when watching a sick girl torturing a poor little rodent such as the helpless rabbit.

New stuff :)
Thank you.

Signing out...

Chinese New Year - Rabbit

2011-02-05T13:14:00.003+08:00

Dear self,
It is the third day of the Chinese New Year and here I am blogging because I basically have nothing to do aside from studying. Well here goes.

There isn't anything much really because the Chinese New Year has its way of repeating itself. I was in Kota Bharu for a few days and wore this yellow cheongsam on the first day. I even tied a bun with some sticks poking halfway through the bun just to make it look more ancient. I am proud of this new found skill, oh yes I am. You know how grand and taboo-filled first days are.

I don't know why but every time I tell anyone that I'm going back to Kelantan (maternal side of the family), people tend to think I'm either Malay or Siamese- or maybe part of it- and that I can speak the Kelantan language. Well no I am 100% Chinese despite having Wan as my surname, yes I also tend to get the "are you a Malay?" question when getting to know my surname. Well my paternal side of the family is from Selangor, to be more specific Kajang, and yes, it isn't far away from my home (visited them shortly after leaving Kelantan).

Went to a church in the morning to make some prayers and listen to some preaching. Aside from that, my days are just covered with eating, ang pao receiving, and baby bullying. Weird as it is, I've not eaten a single piece of dried meat. I am surprised because I love dried meat.

Kelantan have really delicious tom yum. Maybe it's because it is nearby Thailand and therefore really awesome but I don't really care. In fact, come to think of it, Singapore has the worst tom yum by far. Oh yes, speaking of Singapore, I'm probably going to study there. Well I can say that it is quite for certain because dad wants to apply for a pr there. You know what that means. But well, considering that I have fickle minded parents, I can't 100% guarantee anything although I would put it as a 99% for sure thing. Well if I go there, I'll probably give up on studying medicine (that's right, NUS too long and risky to me). Oh well, at least I know that tiny island inside out already, and possibly live relatively luxurious there. See the optimism within me?

Okay back to the Rabbit Year, I've received a lot of ang paos and so far, have collected nearly a thousand. I am yet to receive more :)

The picture on the right is my favourite baby/niece, Ashley. She is only about 7 months old and is super adorable when she throws her tantrums especially when she sees people eating. I just want to hug her and squeeze her chubby cheeks all day, although she tend to cry when looking at me, probably thinking, "Oh my gawd, who is this scary big auntie making weird faces and sounds (I squeal a lot) when looking at me, oh have I mention that she tend to stare at me?? And have this weird, awkward, and sinister smile?"

One more thing before I leave and have my lunch, little babies are asking me for those red packets! And I'm constantly being called AUNTIE.

Damn, 20 next year, sobs. Good bye teen life. It was hard but thanks for the memories.

Stop. Oh grow up.

And last but not the least,

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!
I shall welcome the challenges in store for me this year and persevere in all its shortcomings ahead. And let's see what the future brings to us all eh?

yes you are the star of the year :D

Signing out...

Semester 3

2011-01-26T21:27:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

I like being a senior. I like the fact that I drive to college everyday with my very hard-to-ignore car (stop benchmarking it please) and I like feeling independant. Looking at these new faces really does bring back memories. I mean, it was quite cute to see them doing the exact same thing we did when we were newbies! (that includes taking pictures of our everyday activities in college; yes, even to stand in front of the science lab with our lab coats on). However, I feel old when thinking back that I'm now a "super senior" haha!

New tags, new shirts, and a more crowded environment! The traffic would be more congested than it already is when the new March intake comes in plus Jan intake juniors will eventually drive. Have I mentioned that we have to queue to pay for our parking spaces? Thank God I got the monthly pass and I see many cars with P stickers being towed away. Well for now, the massive jam would be thanks to Sri KL in which it is already proving my statement that if we can endure driving during its rush hour, we can simply drive anywhere (thank goodness I took a van when I was studying there). I shall persevere. Well there isn't anything to be in hurry as I would be well entertained by Taylor Swift's songs and would find every opportunity to wear my new Dior sunglasses even if it meant being stuck in a traffic jam! (which is so much better than my scratchy Oakley despite being Polaroid)

Independance ftw!

On the other note,

Good bye slacking. Hello A2.

Signing out...

AS results

2011-01-26T19:32:00.018+08:00

note to self- i wanna do a post about "pasar malam" :) and it has been years - in fact i can't remember- the last time i went to one. curious on how it sparked? haha

Dear self,

A step closer, but still many more miles away..

This is a short post (and less "fancy" on the English because my brain is currently clogged up) because I think I'm going to have a fever very soon and I've completely lost my voice in college today. Now? It sounds worse than Donald Duck's. I feel bad because I can't help the Whimsical Science Club tomorrow as it is the recruitment day for juniors this Thursday (i.e tomorrow and I will be absent). This means retirement. Wow.

I came to college only once this week.

It has been a busy week. I've gotten my AS results on the 24th

Okay I've got 5As. I'm really surprised that I've gotten a 97 for Physics because I barely finished the last page of paper two (BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW IT EXISTED)- i felt my heart jumping when I saw the blank page about radioactivity.

I'm not trying to be pompous but my junior recently asked me which A level tuition have I went to and I'll make it clear over here that I do not take any tuition classes but conducted (and still do) tutoring sessions for all the subjects except Thinking Skills. I'm so proud of my tutees (I hope you guys and girls are reading this!) because they've leaped to Bs!!! Heck about the student helper-helpee thing -_- I can't even remember what subject I took part in and I still don't have my certs since last year!! (oh yes I remember that certs are supposed to be provided!)

Despite the good news for most students (approx one third of my classmates have at least 4As), many aren't satisfied with the number of As they have; it is as what my friend had said: "when you're in Taylor's we're never satisfied with our results. Statistically, 2 out of 5 students will score an overall of 3As for their A levels: which means that if you've got straight A's, you're not that happy because you didn't get straight A*s and if you have that, you're comparing the number of 100s you get (my chemistry teacher wanted to feed me sulphuric acid for not getting a 100 for chemistry in AS =_=) and if you've gotten straight 100s, you want to be the top in Malaysia or possibly the world. How about those who missed another A?" Dear people (yes I know at least someone from each category and their rants WERE EPIC), stop feeling inferior and be satisfied with your results. I'll recommend an Indian Movie called The Three Idiots which was recommended by my classmate.

yes don't say you are screwed if you're an A short or a percentile short from a "desired" score/grade because, well I think everyone is having this inferiority complex. maybe including me...

Okay, I think I'm going to have a fever soon. My eye lids are relatively hot. I have Physical Chem test on Monday ):

PS- Daddy came back from his usual "working expedition" around the world and got me a new 12.2 mega pixels digital touchscreen camera in replace of my old one!! Argh hot pink!! Watch out for cny pictures with this new baby named Mumu. With with with a hot pink casing and and and a digital S frame to complement with it!! And now he has gone back to Singapore or was it someplace else -_-

okay celine is sleepy and tired.

old camera :D

Signing out...

Hair curls

2011-01-14T19:04:00.007+08:00

Ta da! It looks nicer in real life, serious!

Dear self,

Finally! I've learnt how to curl my hair DIY! This wouldn't be possible without the help of my dear friend Rina; and it would last as long as I don't wash my hair haha! So I'll curl it when the occasion seeks for it ;D

My normal shortER straight hair :D

Okay I gotta kill myself in A2 now, 3 sciences here I come!! Yea the only subject which is on track is math -_-' AS results will be released on the 24th (a week before the Chinese New Year). 5 As? 5A*s??(apparently there is this percentile thing in AS) sigh. Only time will tell. I might retake if I didn't do so well in my Physics (product of sleeping in Physics class)

Thinking Skills?? Hahahahahahaha Let's just thank God I didn't take English First Language in AS or I would've cried just like how I did for my O levels (before and after leaving the exam room). The only pro to it is that IELTS seemed relatively easy. And I've improved?

Okay I gotta catch up with my work now. I tend to procrastinate and that's bad. Things just got worse when I stop drinking coffee and have a sudden dislike for chicken essence ever since the food poisoning incident.

PS- Never would I imagine to create a "fashion" tag

Current target- Gain 2 more kg.

"People would walk out of your life one day. But friends leave footprints in your heart."

Signing out...

Christmas and "New Year"

2011-01-06T21:05:00.003+08:00

Dear self,

Christmas.

My emphasis is on the "New Year" post because it was an agony.

I was in Kelantan for a few days and thankfully gained a kilo from what I've previously lost because I had five heavy meals in a day ( in which out of three was Thai cuisine).

Babies were on the run and at some point I just had to scream when a pesky monster kicked me in the leg and pounced on me. The baby of the day is obviously the one incapable of annoying me- Ashley. I liked her best also because of her chubby cheeks and her cute little self pretending to play drums with my belly. Highlight of the day was when she withdrew her hands from my clothes when I've decided to shock and surprise her by inhaling and exhaling deeply and heavily; and thus expanded and contracted my tummy in an obvious manner. She loves my shiny cardigan but there was one thing I found rather annoying- she likes pulling my shirt down.... Thank God with the singlet haha. Oh yes, before she got used to me, she liked to sit on my lap facing forward. However, when she turned her head and saw an unfamiliar face (ME) she started to cry!!!

Liann: I've never seen this side of you before!

her curious expression was exactly like that! plus the hand gesture

SHE WORE A PINK HAT TOO

WITH PINK HATTTT

random nephew: walking pillow.

"New Year"

It was 1.1.11 ( my sis's birthday, Liann, is on 11.11.11 :D) and it was indeed a day I'll never forget. Well, I had food poisoning which lasted for three days.

Can you imagine vomiting for more than five times? Even in the clinic? Almost in the car? It could even be triggered by the smell of food. What bothered me the most was that all clinics were closed (there are many clinics nearby) and not a single hospital around. The doctor in the only clinic that was opened was on a break for an hour and despite having to wait that long, (and vomiting there), the doctor was 30 minutes (or more) late and I wasn't the first to arrive. Have I mentioned that a little girl was staring curiously at my pale face?

I had an injection and apparently, had to go to the hospital for some dripping if the vomiting continued (which I did once) because it was supposed to have immediate effect ( I didn't have an oral medication at that time because I vomited many pills already before seeing the doctor). Aside from the usual symptoms, I also told the doctor my most recent incident: i.e. when my dad opened a packet of seaweeds, I vomited once again ( and the smell of meat makes me sick. actually the thought of food does). He asked me whether I was pregnant before injecting me. Well after a short pause, I do sound like I am. But I am not mother Mary. nono not mother Celine you punster.

Guess what, I even ASKED the doctor if I could vomit in his clinic after he had injected me HAHA! (you can guess what was his answer right?).

So here I am well enough to blog once again. Not to mention the inexplicable craving for tom yum again ("D)

Signing out...

Random updates

2010-12-19T14:54:00.006+08:00

Dear self,

A week has passed since the beginning of holidays but it feels as if it is about to come to an end. Why must this end so quickly? Especially since I very recently took my stationery set out from the car's boot, which comes to show that I've not touched my college work. I should start very soon now, because my slacking time should have ended since day 3. (accumulated accrued work ain't pretty)

Well shopping has been a habit and I've been doing it like there is no tomorrow; same goes to hang outs. I like independence but I think I've burnt a hole in my pocket already. You have no idea on how much I've spent. Seriously.

I was even desperate enough to check out some cheongsams. Now I've regretted of not buying it -_-

it looks nice. sobs. regret regret regret!!

there's a purple too

the price seriously deterred me ):

wanted to show the unique pattern to self. and the readers. haha.

PS- don't wanna post anymore of these pictures-I have a whole lot more of those- because well, I didn't buy them and I feel guilty for posting them no matter how nice these clothes are to me (yes, I've bought too many clothes already and I feel broke haha), so I took pictures of them for memory sake, i.e if they are really nice but not nice enough for me to not resist the temptation to purchase it. Besides, looking at these pictures are just looking at optical isomers of me, which are non-superimposable (oh my, study study study!!!). Plus I feel narcissistic haha.

Signing out...

Fun weekend

2010-12-05T23:18:00.003+08:00

Dear self,

damnnnn I've been skipping college like nobody's business due to various reasons and omg I haven't even started reading for tomorrow's math test. I hope I can still score. Oh, and I didn't even take the initiative to catch up with the other subjects -_-

Anyhow I've finally cut my elbow length hair!! My hair is currently a few inches below my shoulders and so, I could say that it is now 4-5inches shorter. That's a lot okay.

Hairstylist: OMG RAPUNZEL! When was the last time did you cut it?
Me: When was the last time I came here?
H: I don't know
Me: Exactly

I went for a hardcore shopping spree these past two days as well and got myself some nice outfits.
okay now for my "new hair" (srsly it is just 4-5 inches shorter haha)
(note: these pictures are taken in the dressing room and the clothes shown are not bought. I won't show the ones with the clothes that I've bought, of course ;D)

I bought the black colour version of this :) nicer haha

The sleeves. Nah.

Didnt like the cutting at the bottom
PS- IT IS DAMN DIFFICULT TO UPLOAD ONE PICTURE! THANK YOU CONNECTIVITY!

Signing out...

Reminiscence

2010-12-02T19:54:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

I believe that the best way to recall a certain memory is to use your sense of smell. That is so true to me. Hence, I would usually keep every bottle of my scented items without finishing the contents in it because it could be used to bring back "nostalgic memories." Another method I found, is to listen to your old mp3s and mp4s. It works. I'm falling in a dream of memories. Of love, friends, life, and family. Such lyrics, its rhyme, its melodies, I can recall everything now.

Every song I used to hear. Every singer I used to love (okay I still do), there's always a certain episode of my life replayed in my mind.

Flashbacks can be felt without the sense of sight as well. You can see clips and slide shows of the past replayed before you via pictures. But can you "feel" them? Try it out.

Random quotes;

I didn't know Twinkle Twinkle little star has the same tune as the Alphabet

a, b, c, d, e, f, g, gummy bears are chasing me. One is red, one is blue, one is trying to steal my shoe. Now im running for my life, cuz the red one has a knife.

I just read last year that 4,153,237 people got married last year. I dont wanna cause any trouble,but shouldn't that be an even number?- anonymous

Signing out...

Back to December

2010-12-01T19:52:00.003+08:00

random: I named the title from one of Taylor Swift's songs
Dear self,

Here I am procrastinating (Bio test tomorrow)... Well who cares, DECEMBER IS HERE!! And what does that mean?

-Xmas shopping
-No studies (ok fine. I will listen to Mama Gladys =_=)
-CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRESENTS!
-Dad's and sis's birthday
-more birthdays (e.g bro)
-good time to think about New Year (I find such thoughts entertaining)
-Singapore! Againnnnn!! DADDY!
-More shopping.
-Less studying
-Sleeping earlier and waking up later (don't laugh)

and last but not the least..

HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS!!!

Yay! Daniel is coming back from UK and Rohit from his college. Which means more....
craziness


we "cross-dressed" on our final day of O levels teehee

bodyguard work

Guess which is the multipurpose guard. Vi you baca surat khabar? lol epic

awkwardness

and a picture could "make" you both a "couple" ;)

childishness

And we won't be doing it alone :)

Ali & Abu Co. is back in action after moments of silence!

I can't wait! So many plans are ahead of me yet this one week of college feels like it will last for a month. I can't believe it. One moment it was graduation and the next we are back to December. Can you believe it? I don't know if I look the same though, but my hair is definitely longer.

somewhere in Singapore during some random shopping in Orchard. Taken by dad.

Last but not the least, our mentor got married! At last right? haha!!

Note: I didn't wear make up -_-

PS- after creating a post which centralises on photos and its captions, I have come to conclusion that it is a whole lot more tedious than a post full of words :)

Signing out...

Bits and pieces

2010-11-21T19:47:00.003+08:00

Dear self,

I can't believe how I can actually make this a productively unproductive weekend. As a lil revenge/retribution for not being able to have some snacks during the exam period, I've been eating relatively a lot these past few days and managed to gain a kilogram after experiencing a weight loss thanks to AS, which made me dropped to 44kg- and I am 167cm/5ft 5-6 in tall- so now I am back to 'normal.' I still have eye bags though 0,0

Besides eating a lot, I'm becoming a couch potato. I guess being aimless feels pretty awful. And here I am blogging while contemplating whether or not I should drive to the Bukit Jalil park for a little walk while listening to some music. Then again, I never liked any physical exercise. That's bad. (note: the sky is already dark when I finished this post)

To compensate, I've cleaned my room and prepared my stuff for A2 (i.e downloading notes and not revising previous topics already "learnt")

So I looked at the 'bright' side: there's college tomorrow!

It is getting boring here. I need some air. I need a motivation. And don't you dare tell me to study (and it's not even in advance). Come to think of it, I think I kind of miss being forced to study.

Random fact : my hair is a mess. I feel doomed thanks to this unrequested flower that got me into suspicion.

I am innocent I tell you. (a lil rant)

I think mum is a bit over concerned about me ever since the plantae incident. It is comforting to seek consoling words from her now and then (especially during the times when I had busy schedules) but she would still treat me like a baby who doesn't know when to sleep or eat- and drink. 

It is nice to have advises. Unfortunately, my mother thinks that I'm too young for everything (including outings, hence the boredom now) and would think that dyeing hair or having facials are just not decent and the second, just unnecessary expense. That's really fine with me but I had a recount about my old school friend thinking that I was wearing make up often, which was really a shocker. And she had to stare with close inspection when I claim that I wasn't allowed to wear any (the irony).

Why can't she trust me that I've always heeded her advice when it comes to boys/relationships? I am innocent I tell you!!

What got me into blogging? I don't know. I just feel bored and this is my only entertainment. Oh well, back to tv before the 'hardcore' begins on Monday.

I miss writing essays :( you know what, I think I'll type one out now :)

How I procrastinate during AS (a true random experience which happened not long ago)

There I was, dreading about how a simple 5-subject-exam would last till a month while ploughing through my notes and exercises for the coming paper.

Procrastinating was very much easy here when I would sneakily spent some time relaxing in front of the idiot box, mindlessly watching a variety of shows for the sake of avoiding the study table. There was this one time when I went for a two movie marathon without bothering about the last paper (Chemistry). My classmate texted me and said that I was too relaxed. It is true. I am.

Sometimes, I would even indulge myself in some surfing on the Internet on my computer. Here, I would spend most of my time downloading songs and possibly even come online. Time would simply fly interminably and soon I would have to retire to bed.

When I was getting too bored with my studies, I would even entertain myself with random snapshots of myself. (aka camwhore)

Recently, my house has been infested by toddlers and infants. They may be a little "cuties" but if upset, they would turn out to be pesky monsters. Their wails could be heard even from my room, and so, I blasted my music, hoping to drown their screams, cries, and high pitched shrieks. However, it was to no avail. A coconut-haired boy kicked my room door and raised his little voice, asking me to come out from my 'cave' and entertain him. If it wasn't for him not knowing that I was going to take my exams the following day, that was just pure evil I tell you. So he was forgiven. When curiosity took over, I would come down to see a lot of different kind of babies. Some were slightly plump with baby fat, some were chubby, and most of them had a mushroom looking haircut. You can't tell the difference whether or not they are a boy or a girl. I glared at my sister when she called me to play with them.

Alas, it is over. But why do I feel so empty?

PS- Oh look, I've spent my time aimlessly typing about random stuff. Well that was entertaining :)

Signing out...

Partial "Merdeka"

2010-11-19T22:32:00.006+08:00

Dear self,

Finally! No more guilt whatsoever after one excruciating month of 'work and toil.' (notice the quotation marks?)

Yet.

Well I still have to honestly say that I'm not entirely happy with my papers mainly because I'm paranoid about a lot of things. So in the end, I just have to face it- it's over- unless of course I don't get an A in.. Physics? Then only will I contemplate on retaking it at the same time during my A2 finals ( if I'm even allowed; so pray not with the marks). But if it is a "weak A," I'll just accept it. See? I'm worrying already. I better stop this pessimistic attitude.

I asked for no electricity. I had electricity. I asked for no multimeter. I had multimeter.

Chemistry paper 3, I don't like you. Why must you be the first and only paper that I screwed despite many trials in the lab? Why?!!!?!?

I said that the probability for questions of that particular topic would come close to a zero. It came out.

My only incomplete past year paper book is the only paper with lots of repetitions.

Genius.

Stop.

Watched Harry Potter twice; that is two days in a row and my back hurts. Megamind is really funny and entertaining as well. 6 more months till A2 and college restarts next week. Oh what joy~

Please don't spoil my mood by giving us A2 class tests/quizzes on Tuesday or that week itself I suppose. I feel kind of bad for my AS- as usual- but...what if...

Stop. It's over.

Stop thinking about it. Stop wondering and agonising yourself over some mistakes in its full exaggerated glory. Move on. When the results come, then decide.

Okay back to procrastinating/slacking ( no it's relaxing!)

Signing out...

Finally 18!

2010-10-27T20:06:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

Not to mention that I'm finally posting this! *Throws confetti*

Yes, my birthday is not anywhere on October (considering that it is already the end of the month) but on the 20th of September. It's weird really, how you're finally able to smoke, drink, and do whatever you want except for voting for political parties during the country's general election- not that I'm keen to it or anything... There was this one time when I was walking pass a cinema and saw all those movies rated as "eighteen above only" and it wasn't long before I paused and laughed to myself because I can finally watch them! Finally, the sense of restriction every time you walk pass a good movie and realise that you're too young to watch them is over! To those of you who have already gone through that, you know what I mean. Yet, I've not drank a glass of beer/wine/etc, smoke, or did anything that logically says that these activities are for those who are above 18 only- excluding watching horror movies of course ;) - and I still watch Spongebob. Plus, I'm literally still regarded as my parents' big baby :( *cries*

You might be wondering why I'm not studying at this crucial moment- I studied since 9am till 3pm okay!! (an accomplishment because the last time I did that was during trials)

Okay no more deviation from the topic above!

See the "bagchain"? :)

First thing in the morning, my parents gave me bags which were bought from Japan and a huge fox tail keychain that looks like a white furry cocoon. They didn't wrap it up probably because I'm not the "paper friendly" kind of person who would neatly unwrap wrappers according to how it was wrapped in the first place- it was much to my mother's disgust when I used to impatiently tear them like it was nobody's business every Christmas and Birthday. So I used it to college on that day only :)

As expected, it caught a lot of attention because of its size and it being rarely seen to be used by anyone. Yet.

All the wishes from almost everyone in college whom I know of are really sweet :) Of course I'm never leaving the others who wish me via sms, facebook, blog, or calls out. THANK YOU

Honestly I was half sleeping when the lecturers were teaching about the A2 stuff. The only subject I remember for A2 is Math...because I've learnt it in my secondary school..(or I would've slept all the way)

A few days ago, I stumbled upon one of my A2 class quizzes. It was about Respiration in Bio. So I curiously read my essay answers and I now feel like a complete idiot because I don't know how I wrote it - I can't remember any of the facts. Current me idiot. Past me genius. I can bet with anyone that my PM6 classmates can't remember them as well!

So then came lunch and obviously, I ate a lot. Mr.Felix Lee had to buy me THREE SCOOPS OF ICE-CREAM FROM BASKIN ROBBINS LIKE EATING IS NEVER ENOUGH FOR ME. I know I eat a lot but this GRANDMOTHER is trying to stuff me up like a pig or possibly even fatten me up to be slaughtered and then sell my fat meat in the morning market or something (I ain't a fowl or a "babi hutan" !!! PS- slippery slope fallacy!). It was so unexpected.. I gave it to Natasha and obviously, he was mad. Honestly, he is the kind of grandmother who thinks that I'll choke on tofu or twist my leg in my sleep (confession: it did happened to me). Even so, for everything that he has done, he is so sweet :)

I'm randomly thinking Hansel and Gretel now. Maybe this "old lady" is like a cannibal and stuffs me up with ice-cream so that she can have a nice feast of me after throwing me in to the cauldron. Haha JOKING!

Syok sendiri Grandma Lee. Omg behind! ._.

I went back to the classroom early and quite some time later, Adam ( famously known as Yang Zhen Wei but I call him Adam haha) told me that Mr.Bala wants to see me. At first, I thought he meant what he said because he got the "I'm pissed off don't disturb me now" expression and I'll give him extra credit for his reliability because he is the assistant class rep. [MUST...STOP..THINKING SKILLSSS...*shivers*]

The only scary guy in the middle= Adam (sry no pic of you)

As I went out from the classroom, I smelt a rat and started to call our class teacher. Lo and behold! It was a lie! I guessed what was going on and so turned around to get back into the room. And then Mr.Yang blocked my way with his untalented ways to lie. So I just stood there to hear what he came up with although we both know that it was an obvious lie- a very lousy one which strikingly says my fib was made impromptu. Truth be told, I wanted to help him with the lying job because he was seriously bad at it. XD

To the awesome class! And the confused me with three colours!

I lost my patience and barged in to the classroom. It was so dark and they were caught red-handed personally by me! I can tell that many were shocked by my sudden presence but nothing beats mines. My classmates started singing the classic "Happy Birthday Song" and luckily it was dark because I shed a tear or two (yes Tuck Weng, your claim about me not crying is true but I did tear up! I'm good at getting back on my feet because once I start making inarticulate sounds, there's no turning back). All eyes were on me. It was creepy yet touching. I cut the cake and can't feel my legs because of all the attention!! Seriously, this is partly a reason why I don't like "birthday parties" or "surprises" because it feels very weird to gain so much of "that-kind-of-attention" especially since you are so shy about it! It's just a birthday! Up till today, I'm unused to people singing the birthday song for me because for the rest of the 364 days, I'll sing it for others. Hence, I followed along to sing for myself.

I gave the cake to my lecturers and soon after, it was time to go back home. Felix, I don't know if you want me to describe your present here in public but IT WAS SOOOOOO THOUGHTFUL OF YOUUUUUUU!! Omg don't try again next year -_- I love the pen :D

Avi, hehe Petite likes it. It's the King of Toys! XD

you gave me this two years ago remember?

And thank you Xuelin for remembering, and everyone else who are thoughtful enough to remember. Last but definitely not the least, thank you so much for those who contributed to the blog dedicated for my birthday!

http://happybirthdayceline.blogspot.com/

I'll remember it forever. *Ends chapter*

Notice how I didn't continue after my experience in college? The post is already so long and I need to study for my AS!!! Haha!

PS- class photo!
Note: Sorry for those who are not included in the picture. Blame the photographer! Plus these are the only ones I have...

My necklace is crooked at one side!! NOO!!

Signing out...

Quotes to remember

2010-10-22T19:45:00.000+08:00

Signing out...

Yen Yi

2010-10-14T21:18:00.005+08:00

Dear self,

One paper down, many more to go! And what am I doing? Blogging!! I've decided to use my entertainment time for this :)[ fed up of Thinking Skills. I just don't think in the way that they want me to.. face it.]

Okay so I think I'll post my accrued post now.

I've known Yen Yi for years now. In fact, we've known each other since we were just 7 (yes! 11 years and STILL COUNTING!) It may not seem much to most of you readers but for a girl like me, who is famously known for switching schools, this is one of the noted notables- especially since we've been through thick and thin together.

It started off with a shout (actually much more than that) from Yen Yi: calling my name when I was in Asia Cafe having lunch with my classmates. Maybe it was my class's jersey that caught her attention because each and everyone of my classmates were wearing our class's jersey for the first time that day and it just so happens that my name was written at the back.

This was taken on the exact same day I met her

All the screams and hugs of joy were made without even pulling back to take a second look on whether or not you're hugging a total stranger (you know, since how people's face can change?). At that very moment, the first thing I could think of was all the happy moments we spent together. In fact, the surprising meeting reminded me of the first time we saw each other again during our Secondary School's Orientation Day back in 2005- which felt like it was ages ago.

So we decided for a little get-together in Sunway.

There was a short, awkward moment of silence between the two of us despite the music blaring from the radio. We had lunch in Asia Cafe at the smoking zone where we first met after a long separation. That is when we "broke the ice" while waiting for Chun Haw. So now you know that when an awkward moment arises, find an opportunity for a LONG (hint: he's late!) time alone together.

When he finally came down to Asia Cafe, all we did was chat, made some jokes, and camwhore. I have met Chun Haw since January so the weird sessions of meeting up with a "long lost friend" was already over (in fact we had lunch together before). So whenever I see him, he would crack up some perverted jokes. So him.

Chun Haw. In Asia Cafe

Later, me and Yen Yi went window shopping in Sunway. This time I felt like we were "ourselves" again. Again, all we did was shop, chat, gossip, camwhore and all the other stuffs which I can't think of right now (sorry if this is becoming too dry. I'm getting on to the lazy mood now). Basically everything stopped when I received a call from Adam saying that our Trials results were already out in our student's portal. I got so nervous that I couldn't even think straight! So we went to Starbucks.

While waiting for YY to buy her drink, the anxiety was already killing me. So I went online to check and BOOM! *end*

After a sigh of relief, I was a bit discontented with the missing row for our Bio results and REALLY UNHAPPY with my tks!! (Yes, I'm still mad at it now after reading my careless mistakes just now). Despite YY telling me that it was good, I got into a bad mood after an unwelcoming message from _ which meant trouble. All in all, I was still slightly happy.

So we got back into the car because the "after exam trauma" was getting onto me. I still like your solar-powered decorative watermelon which upon close inspection turned out to be slightly creepy. :)

Yes, too dry I know. It's not like the kind of post that i would've imagine either. I'm tired, I feel unhappy because I do not like to practise my Thinking Skills, so bye.

Signing out...

Posts to post!

2010-09-27T19:36:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

OH MY GAWD my AS FINALS starts on the 13th of October! Time to put on the nerd helmet I guess? Events to be posted:

-Shopping with Yen Yi (more like window shopping but meh)
-MY 18TH BIRTHDAY!

Miss you loads

There's a story behind on why I'm posing with candies. Will further evaluate.

Signing out...

Tension

2010-09-16T22:17:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

Damn. I'm going to get my IELTS results tomorrow. I barely practised it (deep breath). Worried for speaking..possibly even writing.

So here I am: nervous and going to sleep before waking up early tomorrow for all the surprises and..yea..

Oh, I got a fluffy white "fox tail" key chain from Japan :D which is huge I might add.

Mines is like the one on the right. The onlydifference is that it has a gold chain- not silver.

Signing out...

Blog analysis

2010-09-12T12:49:00.007+08:00

Dear self,

A Diary Gone Public
Text analysis
my-stolen-diary.blogspot.com is probably written by a female somewhere between 13-17 years old. The writing style is personal and happy most of the time.

Gender

Mood

Tonality

Age

The analysis is based upon 22 posts that has enough English words.

Latest posts
1.Can't resist 9/10/2010
2.Revamp 9/6/2010
3.Goodbyes 9/4/2010
4.Daniel Saw Teng-Hui 8/28/2010
5.New stuff! 8/26/2010
6.Road to success 8/15/2010
7.Mary's song 8/8/2010
8.Fall 8/8/2010
9.Walking down memory lane 7/31/2010
10.The Last Song 7/30/2010
11.Busy 7/28/2010
12.Toy soldiers 7/24/2010
13.Moody times 7/6/2010
14.First week of Semester 2 7/3/2010
15.My poor sad years? 6/18/2010
16.Self therapy 6/12/2010
17.A sappy post 6/10/2010
18.Reflect on college 5/21/2010
19.Our Daily Bread. 5/6/2010
20.End of the old me. Finito. 4/30/2010

This is fun!

ESFP - The Performers
The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

Analysis
This graph displays dominant parts during the writing

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Can't resist

2010-09-11T01:17:00.009+08:00

Dear self,

There are times when I love books like these (very much depending on the content and actual story of it because I'm not too rigid with what genre I am reading). And books like these, although fantasy (hey, the genre is fantasy) and romance, maybe childish and unrealistic- is definitely something I love to read. Yes, I spent a day reading a book each. Looking forward to find the third series: Shadow Land. It's just so touching and admirable. Sometimes I would just cut some slack and believe that there's something unmistakeably false and nonexistent- at least in my imaginative world- to escape from the real world. The word's entertainment. Stories like these aren't to be taken seriously. Such as, Spongebob? I'm not the all too serious type you know XD Novels with this genre is a must read for those who love...say Twilight? ( THE BOOK AND NOT THE MOVIE)

Okay I'm done sharing my interests. Oh, and I've not started anything thanks to this novel. Doomed. No worries, haven't found the third book yet anyway.

My back aches and my neck hurts. I read Evermore and Blue Moon on two consecutive days. Ouch.

I love the symbolic meaning to certain things as well. Such as red tulips and white rose buds. I'll definitely remember that.

Signing out...

Revamp

2010-09-06T15:55:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

I feel content today- finally after a long time- I redesigned my entire private blog and it looks gorgeous now. I edited a thing or two in this blog as well. You can say that I feel happy after days of sulking on how I'm so alone here now. Dad left to Korea yesterday till the 16th. At least I finally get to spend some time with him over these past few days. Well that's a norm. Now back to revamping- I guess this is what you term a "hobby"?

I'm also tempted to change http://ali-and-abu.blogspot.com/ 's template and this too but up till now, I can't seem to find any suitable template to replace this one. aww. Oh, I finally watched Slumdog Millionaire yesterday and oh my God it was awesome!

I need to get back to the books. I feel so guilty because the last time I held a pen was after my IELTS exam. Sigh. To think that my AS level exam is next month. Guilty much.

Signing out...

Goodbyes

2010-09-05T14:03:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

Updates here and there.

Trials over. IELTS over. Nothing special. Not too confident in my results. Holidays till the 20th. I still don't have the "Merdeka" feeling.
Sigh. Didn't start anything on that and even though I've downloaded the so called "practice tests," nothing appeared on the screen.

I guess I'm going to be on strike from studying for a few days and then start to draw out a planner. Yes, all my past year papers look too new. I need to start USING it. -_-... Oh, and use this time for more UNI application. I've decided to study locally first. It's the only/fastest way to be there.

Why are there so many goodbyes? I guess it's a part of life?

Okay I think I'm aimless. Toodles!

Signing out...

Daniel Saw Teng-Hui

2010-08-28T23:30:00.006+08:00

This is a sequal of a dedicated post

Dear self,

Taken just now. Lose the rapist tongue pose and it'll be a nice picture

Though lazy as I am, I've decided to type about my experience in Daniel's farewell. As planned a month or so ago, I went to Empire at about 6:30pm with my parents (yes) leaving them in the supermarket. When I entered Empire through the main entrance, I gave Avisha a call. Weird as it was, she said that she was in Starbucks which is at the main entrance but all I can see was Coffee Bean in Empire. Being the blur case one, I then went to Starbucks and trust me I was getting worried when there was not a sight of a "Kraken-haired" girl. Suspicious about the exact location of the event, I called Avisha to confirm with her by asking exactly where she was. Lo and behold- she was in Pyramid!

Part time mother, bodyguard, and 'slave'

Being my bodyguard/mother/best friend, she'd decided to drive me to pyramid but Daniel came to her rescue (or mines) when she heard that he just came out from his house (Rohit's in the car too). Expecting to be the laughing stalk, it was my turn to laugh when I saw them exiting from the parking area of Empire instead of stopping by the roadside or something like my parents did. Never mind about that, albeit he was native in Subang and so, Avisha, do not give underlying assumptions to a noob!

No one gave a great big laugh or something of that sort in Dinky maybe because it happened to Daniel few months back. Sad but fortunately, the 'clown of the day' title was passed on to Rohit when Daniel told me about how he called "Empire Gallery" "Empire State Gallery" or how Rohit would recall his experience to see animal porn. We then head our way to find Avisha in Starbucks leaving Dinky with Mr.Saw.

As usual, me and Daniel were arguing about "Despicable Me" being a good show; and I, of course being against the idea that it was good and poor Rohit had to hear both sides of the story which resulted into an expected argument- Rohit expectantly in the middle literally and figuratively.

Alas, I saw a familiar figure with a familiar pose in Starbucks. Instead of saying 'hi' to her instantly, I've decided to give her a surprise greeting which turned out to be an epic fail because seriously, it's never easy to give her a shock. We went to Italiannies and got ourselves a table next to the door- one of the only available tables left- which was so hot!

Boy by looks, rapist by heart ;)

After ordering, Avisha and Rohit left leaving me and Daniel behind. The apparent claim is Avisha had to put some stuff in her car and Rohit had to change to his crew shirt because he gave the lamest excuse he could ever think of. Okay sorry but it was funny :)

While waiting for our food to be served, I saw a weird "secret" door which lead into an empty pub. Daniel and I went closer to the awkward looking entrance and I've seen a pub for the first time in my life- the ones which I usually see in movies. So we went back to our seats because it would seem weird to be peeping into a pub, leaving all our stuffs behind at our table.

Then, Daniel and I started chatting about various topics which I find surprising because it was an actual conversation and not some epic argument intertwined with curses and name-callings. Avisha and Rohit's food came first, and mines came after. Daniel's was last but it was pretty much at the same time although bringing the drinks had to be reminded all the time. I find the waiters pretty much brusque whenever they think that they're busy handling other more important customers.

I think half an hour or so have passed and I am halfway done with my lasagna. Daniel too was finishing his last few bites of Caesar salad and he decided to order more. He called Rohit a few times because Avisha's ice lemon tea's ice had half melted and both their food were not smoking hot anymore. He then told me that he felt suspicious because knowing Rohit, the sound of food would've made him run down to Italiannies instead of dragging the time to this long. He then told me about the existence of a fridge in Rohit's house upstairs dedicated to his chocolate and other yummy tit bits. I am yet to go to your house Rohit.

Finally they are back! They both brought him four helium balloons, his gift, a card, and her laptop! I don't think that he is that surprised but he seemed happy. After chatting away while eating, I've received an unlucky phone call from my parents saying that they're coming to pick me up from Empire regardless of what I was doing thanks to a newly formed rule about being back home by 8:30pm. I wasn't even done eating. I hadn't even take pictures. I haven't even see Daniel's first impression about his gift and I had to say goodbye.

All of us went out of the restaurant after paying to quickly take our only group photo with our crew shirts. The last sentence I heard from Daniel:

" I was touching my butt but the picture is fine," with his thumbs up.

I ran to the main entrance and bid good bye to Avisha. So here I am :)

So good bye Daniel and have a fun life in Concord college! Get my Jodi Picoult's signature!!!

Last few days of high school. Me, Daniel, and Avisha

Bye Daniel. May you stay like this always despite being in UK :)

Signing out...

New stuff!

2010-08-26T23:24:00.006+08:00

Dear self,

My only break during trials. Ain't that bad so far but it isn't what I'd hoped for either. No complains I guess.

Anyway back to the topic, I've updated the blog in terms of design! Changed the pictures into slide shows.. Well, going to sleep now to kill more brain cells tomorrow; so this is my "to do list" after trials and ielts ( yes, essay! :D)

-ESSAYS TO NOT RUST MY BRAIN
- load more photos in the current slide shows
- add more slide shows such as college :D ( collecting the pictures now. Yes, very facebook dependant so meh. on hold for a while)
-change the blog's music
-still searching for suitable a blog skin.

Current "to do list" that has to be done soon

-Finish up his post
-Gatherings
- Essay essay essay!
- Study for trials!
-Uni ;)

~~hence I'm not free :)~~

I love blog designing. I just like pretty things such as laces, stones, crystals, gems, beads, glitters, metals, leaves, furry animals, wood, flowers, paper, scented items, etc...everything!

I guess I really am clairvoyant

Okay you caught me. I'm in a good mood. Everything is just making me so happy today :D

Night peeps!

Signing out...

Stress

2010-08-18T21:40:00.000+08:00

Dear self,

I'm not as studious as I was before. Time to bash my head :D

Signing out...

Road to success

2010-08-16T00:38:00.003+08:00

Dear self,


Taken Jan/Feb

Before you want to reach out for something far away, we must start from what's near which would directly mean my trials. My AS trials is starting next week (actually it's just Chemistry Practical exam but I have to be in a lab for 5 hours), and that would mean that I have to do really well in it. This is because my results would determine my forecast and thus affect my University application. So I must be really serious. Nervous? Yea.
This small step would mean my big leap to success! Good luck to self!!!

I thus pray for Your help.

PS- This is cute. I do not have to take IELTS for UK uni app thanks to my o levels qualification but I didn't know about it. The best part? I got an 'A' for English First Language.Ah well, applying for Australia too anyway. And I'm not too sure about NUS. So is it ok? Because my test date is two days after my exams. Does anyone else know anything about it?

And during the holidays, I'm going to fully utilise it for future purposes such as STUDYING. -_-
I'm pretty nervous. I know. And I'm actually considering to take SAT. Ahhh! Screaming!

Note the Brazil shirt

I'm not a pompous freak.

Signing out...

Mary's song

2010-08-08T16:54:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

I really love Taylor Swift's songs. One in particular ( out of many other), is this one due to its meaningful lyrics:

She said, I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled
And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

Take me back to the house in the backyard tree
Said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me
You never did, you never did
Take me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
Just two kids, you and I...
Oh my my my my

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
They never believed we'd really fall in love
And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes
And said oh my my my...

Take me back to the creek beds we turned up
Two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me
Take me back to the time we had our very first fight
The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight
You stayed outside till the morning light
Oh my my my my

A few years had gone and come around
We were sitting at our favorite spot in town
And you looked at me, got down on one knee

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle
Our whole town came and our mamas cried
You said I do and I did too
Take me home where we met so many years before
We'll rock our babies on that very front porch
After all this time, you and I

I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine
I'll still look at you like the stars that shine
In the sky, oh my my my...

How meaningful! Taylor Swift! You're the best! You've touched a million hearts!!!

Signing out...

Vigilance

2010-08-06T22:16:00.002+08:00

Gaius Julius Caesar being stabbed

Dear self,

Unless you want to end up like Julius Caesar, we must always be kept vigilant. Strangers may stab you infront, but friends behind your back.

Signing out...

Walking down memory lane

2010-08-01T13:25:00.002+08:00

Dear self,

I'm well aware that I should be studying instead of blogging because AS trials are around the corner. Heck.

My class finally got ourselves a really sweet purple jersey. I'm number 14.

I think it has brought me luck because after having lunch, I saw my long lost friend, Chee Yen Yi

I knew her since standard one, and we got separated at standard four although I hardly knew her. We met again in secondary school when I was form1 and automatically became best of friends. Unfortunately, I left that school midway through form2. Now, after four years of separation, we met each other again. So while reminiscing, I found a few really old pictures.

The last time I had shorthair. form3

I don't know where that Naruto poster is. I used to be some fanatic at that age...

v(".)

Form 3 in Mid Valley

Haha still hving shorthair. Before I was in Sri KL

I took this picture ;)

And finally, my oldest and most cherished old picture of my three best friends in Bukit Jalil. Yen Yi, met her in primary one, and Chun Haw, primary five. Haha we used to be crazy in msn video conferencing XD

OKAY NOW I HAVE TO GET BACK TO WORK!

Signing out...

The Last Song

2010-07-30T21:57:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

Right after the click of a button, I placed the remote control right on top of the coffee table and climbed my way upstairs only to realise that the moment after I've made myself comfortable on the chair I'm currently sitting on, my brother strode his way merrily down to watch Nanny Mc Phee, The Big Bang, leaving me jaw dropped and speechless because I wanted to watch it too. Some may now wonder why am I continuing this blog post because on balance, blogging/reviewing sounds more like fun to me. Currently, that is.

Alas, I've watched one of the best movies of all time. Of course, there are many other movies which I find amusing such as Pride and Prejudice ( drama and movie), August Rush, A Walk To Remember, Avatar The Last Air bender, My Sister's Keeper, Ratatouille, Finding Nemo, some other sentimental-themed cartoons, The Sisterhood of Travelling Pants, and Spongebob Squarepants ( series and movies) to name a few. So far, movies like "The Last Song, Pride and Prejudice, and August Rush" is what I like best. In fact, of all authors, up till today, I've noticed that movies inspired by books written by Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult never failed to leave me tearing or smiling- mostly whining.

Funny how even my mother finds it weird to see people like me who find joy in watching sad, tear-jerking movies which is bound to come to a nasty end, expectantly leaving you with a long face and maybe even resorting to a sulk for the entire day. That didn't happen to me but at times when I'm touched, the involuntary response of tears streaming down would eventually give me away. I'm not weird. I'm 'unique' in a sense that I don't see it as a movie only for the sake of using a tissue to clean my face later after.

So what's so special about this movie? Point one, it has a very beautiful, breathtaking scenery of a beach. In fact, I've just noticed something yesterday which made me realise that I love plants and beautiful landscapes.

1. My google homepage is a meadow of sunflowers
2. My firefox window is a picture of a tree, initially a bouquet of flowers
3. My hand phone's wallpaper is the picture of leaves which I took last year ( it's a gadget for this blog too)
4. My gmail's template is a mountain landscape
5. My hotmail's template is a tree with shades of orange
6. My MSN's skin is a picture of water with bubbles

And many more which I'm yet to notice.

A good storyline is prerequisite. Will not further elaborate to avoid being a spoiler.

The main male actor is gorgeous. Weird for me to say this but heck, he is handsome. A point to be noted because the appearances of the characters do play a role after all. Undeniably true.

Last and definitely not the least, I love the soundtrack! Even the music video itself actually enhanced the song even more and I'm not lying or being over exaggerating, but in every background used in the music video is the filming spot for the movie too. So watch the video and be the judge on how scenically beautiful it is. Well, the only change is probably the piano in every scene. Good enhancement. So after watching the movie, every background used will be a reminder of certain scenes.

Signing out...

Busy

2010-07-28T18:28:00.001+08:00

Dear self,

What a hectic day, week, month, and in fact; semester. Quizzes are haunting me everyday which somehow made its way to postponement- prolonging the draggy feeling. I'm worried about my uni application but there's nothing much I could do now. Soon however, I must start my UCAS and IELTS. I've not done anything. This weekend will be used then. Other than that, my writing skills are rusted. I can feel it.

Although many bad things have happened, I've been too busy to bother or care about them and many good things do come along the way. No complains there. Generally, good luck to self for surviving this semester.

Just feel like ranting. Nothing much to type about today (a.k.a. essays).

I miss those carefree times...

OMG BIO TEST TOMORROW- as usual.

Signing out...