1) Of the five major banks, only one is multi-racial, the rest are controlled by Malays.
(2) 99% of Petronas directors are Malays.
(3) 3% of Petronas employees are Chinese.
(4) 99% of 2000 Petronas gasoline stations are owned by Malays.
(5) 100% all contractors working under Petronas projects must be of Bumis status.
(6) 0% of non-Malay staff are legally required in Malay companies. But there must be 30% Malay staffs in Chinese companies.
(7) 5% of all new intake for government police, nurses, army, are non-Malays.
(8) 2% is the present Chinese staff in Royal Malaysian Air Force (RMAF), a drop from 40% in 1960.
(9) 2% is the percentage of non-Malay government servants in Putrajaya, but Malays make up 98%.
(10) 7% is the percentage of Chinese government servants in the entire government (in 2004); a drop from 30% in 1960.
(11) 95% of government contracts are given to Malays.
(12) 100% all business licensees are controlled by Malay government, e.g. Taxi permits, Approved permits, etc.
(13) 80% of the Chinese rice millers in Kedah had to be sold to Malay controlled Bernas in 1980s. Otherwise, life is made difficult for Chinese rice millers.
(14) 100 big companies set up, owned and managed by Chinese Malaysians were taken over by government, and later managed by Malays since 1970s, e.g. UTC, UMBC, MISC, etc.
(15) At least 10 Chinese owned bus companies (throughout Malaysia in the past 40 years) had to be sold to MARA or other Malay transport companies due to rejection by Malay authorities to Chinese applications for bus routes and rejection for their applications for new buses.
(16) Two Chinese taxi drivers were barred from driving in Johor Larkin bus station. There are about 30 taxi drivers and three were Chinese in Oct. 2004. Spoiling taxi club properties was the reason given.
(17) 0 non-Malays are allowed to get shop lots in the new Muar bus station (Nov. 2004).
(18) 8000 billion ringgit is the total amount the government channeled to Malay pockets through ASB, ASN, MARA, privatization of government agencies, Tabung Haji etc, through NEP over a 34 years period.
(19) 48 Chinese primary schools closed down from 1968 - 2000.
(20) 144 Indian primary schools closed down from 1968 - 2000.
(21) 2637 Malay primary schools built from 1968 - 2000.
(22) 2.5% is government budget for Chinese primary schools. Indian schools got only 1%, Malay schools got 96.5%.
(23) While a Chinese parent with RM1000 salary (monthly) cannot get school textbook loan, a Malay parent with RM2000 salary is eligible.
(24) All 10 public university vice chancellors are Malays.
(25) 5% of the government universities’ lecturers are of non-Malay origins. This percentage has been reduced from about 70% in 1965 to only 5% in 2004.
(26) Only 5% has been given to non-Malays for government scholarships in over 40 years.
(27) 0 Chinese or Indians were sent to Japan and Korea under the “Look East Policy.”
(28) 128 STPM Chinese top students could not get into the course to which they aspired, i.e. Medicine (in 2004).
(29) 10% quotas are in place for non-Bumi students for MARA science schools beginning in 2003, but only 7% are filled. Before that it was 100% Malays.
(30) 50 cases in which Chinese and Indian Malaysians are beaten up in the National Service program in 2003.
(31) 25% of the Malaysian population was Chinese in 2004, a drop from 45% in 1957.
(32) 7% of the Malaysian population is Indian (2004), a drop from 12% in 1957.
(33) 2 million Chinese Malaysians have emigrated in the past 40 years.
(34) 0.5 million Indian Malaysians have emigrated overseas.
(35) 3 millions Indonesians have migrated to Malaysia and become Malaysian citizens with Bumis status.
(36) 600,000 Chinese and Indian Malaysians with red IC were rejected repeatedly when applying for citizenship in the past 40 years. Perhaps 60% of them had already passed away due to old age. This shows racism, based on how easily Indonesians got their citizenships compared with the Chinese and Indians.
(37) 5% - 15% discount for a Malay to buy a house, regardless whether the Malay is rich or poor.
(38) 2% is what new Chinese villages get, compared with 98% - what Malay villages got for rural development budget.
(39) 50 road names (at least) had been changed from Chinese names to other names.
(40) 1 Dewan Gan Boon Leong (in Malacca) was altered to another name (e.g. Dewan Serbaguna or something like that) when it was only officially used for a few days. The government tries to shun Chinese names. This example of racism occurred around 2000.
(41) 0 temples/churches were built for each housing estate. But every housing estate got at least one mosque/surau built.
(42) 3000 mosques/surau were built in all housing estates throughout Malaysia since 1970. No temples or churches are required to be built in housing estates.
(43) 1 Catholic church in Shah Alam took 20 years to apply to have a building constructed. But they were told by Malay authority that it must look like a factory and not like a church. As of 2004 the application still have not been approved.
(44) 1 publishing of Bible in Iban language banned (in 2002).
(45) 0 of the government TV stations (RTM1, RTM2, TV3) are directors of non-Malay origin.
(46) 30 government produced TV dramas and films always showed that the bad guys had Chinese faces, and the good guys had Malay faces. You can check it out since 1970s. Recent years, this has become less of a tendency.
(47) 10 times, at least, Malays (especially Umno) had threatened to massacre the Chinese Malaysians using May 13, since 1969.
(48) 20 constituencies won by DAP would not get funds from the government to develop. These Chinese majority constituencies would be the last to be developed.
(49) 100 constituencies (parliaments and states) had been racially re-delineated so Chinese votes were diluted for Chinese candidates. This is one of the main reasons why DAP candidates have consistently lost in elections since the 1970s.
(50) Only 3 out of 12 human rights items are ratified by the Malaysian government since 1960.
(51) 0 - elimination of all forms of racial discrimination (UN Human Rights) has not been ratified by Malaysian government since 1960s.
(52) 20 reported cases whereby Malay ambulance attendances treated Chinese patients inhumanely, and Malay government hospital staffs purposely delayed attending to Chinese patients in 2003. Unreported cases may be 200.
(53) 50 cases each year whereby Chinese, especially Chinese youths, are being beaten up by Malay youths in public places. Police reports may be checked to verify this, provided the police took the report, otherwise there will be no record.
(54) 20 cases every year whereby Chinese drivers who accidentally knocked down Malays were seriously assaulted or killed by Malays.
(55) 12% is what ASB/ASN got per annum while banks fixed deposits are only about 3.5% per annum.
Eligible voters, think before you vote. I'm not of legal age yet =)
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Negaraku
Our government has a little problem dealing with the 3 races lately, have they?
Well, there's another something about our country you guys should know. This might be old, but some of you might still not know about it.
Malaysia's national anthem, Negaraku, is actually an edited version of a 1947 Hawaiian love song! How about that! Here's the vid:
And the lyrics!
Well, there's another something about our country you guys should know. This might be old, but some of you might still not know about it.
Malaysia's national anthem, Negaraku, is actually an edited version of a 1947 Hawaiian love song! How about that! Here's the vid:
And the lyrics!
One day I walked along
a moonlit island shore;
And soon i heard a song
I’ve never heard before.
I said, "Who can it be?"
to sing so tenderly;
and saw a dust he made
with lonely serenade.
Mamula moon,
shine high above the southern sea;
and like my love
say form again to me.
We said goodbye,
beside the blue lagoon;
alone am I
with you Mamula moon.
I waved my hand,
the grey ship sailed across the bay;
on golden sand
that might I melt to pray.
That i might see
my love returning soon;
still true to me
and you Mamula moon.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Back?
Ching, ching, ching! The blogger is back! Well not really, just using my blog as a place to pour my feelings again. Well, it used to be what my blog was made for at first, until I started targeting more and more readers. That was when I stopped pouring my feelings and start writing what people like to read. Those were still genuine opinions, just that I stopped getting too personal.
I wonder if hearts can go numb and stop feeling anything. I think mine just did. I realised it months ago but brushed it off. I used to get excited during outings, feel happy when I'm with friends, feel sad when I watched a sad show... But it has been long since I felt all these. I don't feel excited when I go anywhere with anyone, even on vacation. I stopped having those really happy feelings, you know, those feelings like when you're having real nice fun with your friends. I watched so many touching shows and read so many touching stories without a tingle in my heart, nor did I shed a tear. My heart just doesn't feel anything. And I don't know why.
Yet, my temper is uncontrollably bad. It can rise to the peak even at the slightest provoke. All I feel is anger, anger and more anger. It's like can't be bothered with anything anymore. I used to feel extreme sadness if I got a bad result, even with a single B or C. But now, even failing subjects couldn't affect my emotions. It's like I'm emotionless. Of course I smile around people and chat along but, I don't feel what I used to feel. In fact I don't feel human at all. I feel like an animal, with no emotions and all...
When you are sad, there's a part in your chest that hurts really bad, right? I don't feel that anymore. It's like a part of my heart has died. I don't know, cause of the past depression? My cells must be reproducing too slow and extincted -_-" I NEED HEART CELLS. Not only my heart, my brain feels dead too. I can't even solve simple mathematical questions and my Additional Mathematics has deteriorated from a 1A to a G (fail). I can't think at all. Brain dead, heart dead.
The lack of emotions make me feel that life is meaningless too, since there is no more happiness and excitement to look forward to.
Wonder what's happening -_-
~ Angelina
I wonder if hearts can go numb and stop feeling anything. I think mine just did. I realised it months ago but brushed it off. I used to get excited during outings, feel happy when I'm with friends, feel sad when I watched a sad show... But it has been long since I felt all these. I don't feel excited when I go anywhere with anyone, even on vacation. I stopped having those really happy feelings, you know, those feelings like when you're having real nice fun with your friends. I watched so many touching shows and read so many touching stories without a tingle in my heart, nor did I shed a tear. My heart just doesn't feel anything. And I don't know why.
Yet, my temper is uncontrollably bad. It can rise to the peak even at the slightest provoke. All I feel is anger, anger and more anger. It's like can't be bothered with anything anymore. I used to feel extreme sadness if I got a bad result, even with a single B or C. But now, even failing subjects couldn't affect my emotions. It's like I'm emotionless. Of course I smile around people and chat along but, I don't feel what I used to feel. In fact I don't feel human at all. I feel like an animal, with no emotions and all...
When you are sad, there's a part in your chest that hurts really bad, right? I don't feel that anymore. It's like a part of my heart has died. I don't know, cause of the past depression? My cells must be reproducing too slow and extincted -_-" I NEED HEART CELLS. Not only my heart, my brain feels dead too. I can't even solve simple mathematical questions and my Additional Mathematics has deteriorated from a 1A to a G (fail). I can't think at all. Brain dead, heart dead.
The lack of emotions make me feel that life is meaningless too, since there is no more happiness and excitement to look forward to.
Wonder what's happening -_-
~ Angelina
Monday, September 17, 2007
Leaving
Guess I'd better update on my disappearance or people might file a report to the police on my disappearance xD
Well, I'm not kidnapped, I wasn't grounded or anything, nor did I committed suicide. I still go online without fail everyday BUT! I have lost interest in blogging unfortunately =( And so goes my ambition of being a full time blogger in the future, lol. I've returned to reading about space and matters in space. Oh, and guess what, I FOUND A BOOK ABOUT BLACK HOLES BY STEPHEN HAWKING! My mum said that my uncle bought it out of interest but failed to complete the book because he dislikes reading. It looks kinda old now, but meh =D IT'S STILL ABOUT BLACK HOLES OMG.
I can't stop imagining about how the universe formed. The Big Bang theory is a little weird and no, I don't believe that God created the universe with a snap of His finger. Unless you tell me how God was created (a logical explanation), or I still won't accept His existence. LOL at the capital letters. So yeah, I'm an atheist. So sue me =)
From my imaginations, death is just like sleeping. It's the exact feeling. Except that you don't dream. I mean, when you have dreamless sleeps, your mind doesn't even know that you're sleeping. In fact, it doesn't even know anything. It's just... I should say, temporarily dead. The difference of sleep and death is only between being temporary and permanent. SO! I've been awake for long hours lately, slept little too. I mean, I get to sleep forever when I grow old! FOREVER! I don't get to enjoy my life forever, lol. Sleep is bad =D
*Rummages brain for unproved theories I've made up so far* Can't think of any so far =/
OH YEA! A little brain exercise now. Nope, not IQ questions. Here it goes:
Have you imagined nothingness before? I mean like, TOTAL NOTHINGNESS? Not even colour exist. If you're imagining a whole world which is pitch black, you're imagining wrong. It's black, and it's a colour. And to see black, you need something to show that colour. So it's not nothingness. Same goes if you imagined nothingness as pure white. There's gotta be something to make something or somewhere white too! I can't imagine nothingness. Can you?
I don't think anyone ever can. If there is nothing, then how do you imagine it? Even if you could, there would be nothing to explain about, because there's just nothing there! You know, NOTHINGNESS! Okay, you guys must be thinking that I'm too bored now xD But seriously, trying to imagine the truly unimaginable is fun =)
Okay, THIS IS A SUPA DUPA LONG ENTRY! I wonder how I even managed to type such a long post ._. I'm not gonna be leaving forever, I'll be back when I have something good to announce/something nice I think I want to share... So you guys can come and check here once every few months and you might spot a mini update. Or a long one. Or you might see nothingness. Or nothing. Whatever.
~ Angelina
Well, I'm not kidnapped, I wasn't grounded or anything, nor did I committed suicide. I still go online without fail everyday BUT! I have lost interest in blogging unfortunately =( And so goes my ambition of being a full time blogger in the future, lol. I've returned to reading about space and matters in space. Oh, and guess what, I FOUND A BOOK ABOUT BLACK HOLES BY STEPHEN HAWKING! My mum said that my uncle bought it out of interest but failed to complete the book because he dislikes reading. It looks kinda old now, but meh =D IT'S STILL ABOUT BLACK HOLES OMG.
I can't stop imagining about how the universe formed. The Big Bang theory is a little weird and no, I don't believe that God created the universe with a snap of His finger. Unless you tell me how God was created (a logical explanation), or I still won't accept His existence. LOL at the capital letters. So yeah, I'm an atheist. So sue me =)
From my imaginations, death is just like sleeping. It's the exact feeling. Except that you don't dream. I mean, when you have dreamless sleeps, your mind doesn't even know that you're sleeping. In fact, it doesn't even know anything. It's just... I should say, temporarily dead. The difference of sleep and death is only between being temporary and permanent. SO! I've been awake for long hours lately, slept little too. I mean, I get to sleep forever when I grow old! FOREVER! I don't get to enjoy my life forever, lol. Sleep is bad =D
*Rummages brain for unproved theories I've made up so far* Can't think of any so far =/
OH YEA! A little brain exercise now. Nope, not IQ questions. Here it goes:
Have you imagined nothingness before? I mean like, TOTAL NOTHINGNESS? Not even colour exist. If you're imagining a whole world which is pitch black, you're imagining wrong. It's black, and it's a colour. And to see black, you need something to show that colour. So it's not nothingness. Same goes if you imagined nothingness as pure white. There's gotta be something to make something or somewhere white too! I can't imagine nothingness. Can you?
I don't think anyone ever can. If there is nothing, then how do you imagine it? Even if you could, there would be nothing to explain about, because there's just nothing there! You know, NOTHINGNESS! Okay, you guys must be thinking that I'm too bored now xD But seriously, trying to imagine the truly unimaginable is fun =)
Okay, THIS IS A SUPA DUPA LONG ENTRY! I wonder how I even managed to type such a long post ._. I'm not gonna be leaving forever, I'll be back when I have something good to announce/something nice I think I want to share... So you guys can come and check here once every few months and you might spot a mini update. Or a long one. Or you might see nothingness. Or nothing. Whatever.
~ Angelina
Friday, July 27, 2007
8 Random Facts About Me
Got tagged by JJzai more than a week ago, and I almost forgot to complete it XD
Rules of the tag
* Each blogger must post these rules first.
* Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Okay, let me get started with the facts :)
I tend to delay tasks until the last minute and frequently burn the midnight oil because of this. I will change soon. Oh yes, veeeeery soon :) Tomorrow. No, the day after tomorrow. No, next week, I swear. Err, maybe in a fortnight's time. Okay, next month! Oh, fine, by the end of this year! Yes, yes. Procrastination is eating up my life.
I have a weird addiction. I'm not obsessed over the internet for a reason. I'm just obsessed because I'm obsessed. As long my taskbar shows "You are connected.", my heart will immediately be contented. I don't even have to touch my computer, I just have to know it's connected. I guess my heart needs the internet to beat.
I don't always hand in my homework on time. I just hate doing things that I don't like to do, but since adults always misinterpret "uninterested" as "lazy", I might as well put this fact.
I don't clean my room (or the living room which I sleep in). I strewn my books all over on my desk in school until school finishes. My cupboard which has been ransacked by me months ago still has its status maintained. I never do household chores. I hate washing the dishes.
Meh, I even handed in a feedback form to the prefect's board commenting on how too many prefects are to clean the prefect's room everyday, and they should take turns MONTHLY to clean. It was accepted and my turn is in October. Yay! No more all-year-round duties! :P
I really don't know why a lot of girls like shopping. I don't know why I don't go, "OMG, LOOK AT THAT DRESS! I'm sooooooo gonna get it someday!" when I pass by a gorgeous looking dress. And I don't even own a dress. Or a skirt (besides my school uniform). I don't have any fancy accessories except for the earrings I bought more than 3 years ago, and I don't even wear them, lol.
If you're bad at your studies, it doesn't mean that I won't like you, cause it doesn't mean that you're stupid. You might be just uninterested :) I really don't know how to describe someone stupid, they just... are. Especially those who don't read. They'd rather ask you a tonne of questions and piss you off, and they still have to READ YOUR REPLIES OFF THEIR SCREENS. Stupid, isn't it?
Another kind of stupid people, are those who use excessive short forms or stupid "funky" typing "styles" which annoys the shit out off me.
Example of excessive short forms:
The existence of God just doesn't sound logic to me, sorry to all worshipers of God out there. I believe what I see, distrust what I have not, no matter how many people agree with it, or how true it sounds. Same goes to my disbelief of the existence of ghosts. I wouldn't mind hitching a ride to a temple to get my eyes "yin and yang powers", which superstitious people say that people can see ghosts after rubbing some (I don't know holy or unholy) substances on my eyes. SEE TO BELIEVE! :) But I don't believe I will ever see a ghost, not in this lifetime, lol.
Phew, I've finally complete the tag! *wipes sweat* Hope you guys enjoyed reading the disgusting truth about me :P And I have to tag another 8 more people, but I don't know who to tag... Ahh! Ideas pop out just at the right time.
Anyone who reads this and is willing to complete this tag, please complete it and leave a message to me and I'll list your name here, with links to you too!
People who completed this tag:
~ Angelina
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Rules of the tag
* Each blogger must post these rules first.
* Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Okay, let me get started with the facts :)
Fact #1: I'm a banana wannabe (a predictable fact #1, lol)
Fact #2: I procrastinate.
Fact #3: I'm addicted to the internet.
Fact #4: I'm lazy.
Fact #5: I hate cleaning up.
Meh, I even handed in a feedback form to the prefect's board commenting on how too many prefects are to clean the prefect's room everyday, and they should take turns MONTHLY to clean. It was accepted and my turn is in October. Yay! No more all-year-round duties! :P
Fact #6: I hate shopping.
Fact #7: I hate stupid people (in sense of mentality, not studies)
Another kind of stupid people, are those who use excessive short forms or stupid "funky" typing "styles" which annoys the shit out off me.
Example of excessive short forms:
wt?? bt i duno ur frm tt class o....
Is it so hard to type that few extra alphabets to make your sentences more readable? Will your fingers break from typing "too much"? Vowels murderers.
Example of stupid "funky" typing "styles":
Example of stupid "funky" typing "styles":
wahs!`` sh0 kAwaii nerhhx!!`` iie osh0 wan oohx ^^`
This one is worse -_- You call this STYLE? You... you... language hijackers. I wonder what's up with those kawaii-girl wannabes and their extra 'S's, 'X's, 'I's and other alphabets, the ` symbol, and their "O"s becoming zeroes. And I suspect that this kind of people have Parkinson's disease. Poor them. They seem to shiver while they type.
Fact #8: I'm an atheist (This is what I believe in)
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Phew, I've finally complete the tag! *wipes sweat* Hope you guys enjoyed reading the disgusting truth about me :P And I have to tag another 8 more people, but I don't know who to tag... Ahh! Ideas pop out just at the right time.
Anyone who reads this and is willing to complete this tag, please complete it and leave a message to me and I'll list your name here, with links to you too!
People who completed this tag:
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~ Angelina
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Ghosts
Everytime a ghost movie hits the cinemas, do you realize that there is something in common in EVERY of them?
WHY IS THE GHOST ALWAYS A LADY WITH LONG BLACK HAIR COVERING HER FACE?
This is discrimination! I demand to see guy ghosts. What's up with ghosts all being female? Or little kids? And what's with the long hair covering the face? And the flowing white gown? And the huge empty eyes?
Seriously, if I were a ghost, I'd comb my hair and wear beautiful clothing. I'll even get a stylish haircut, short maybe, and I'd still scare people cause I'm dead. I don't need to look like this to scare people:
I can even scare people with just my hair - I don't need even a touch of makeup!
WAHAHAHA! Beat that! :P
All I need is my baju kurung school uniform and untied hair. Yes, yes, you can start lining up and strike me a deal to star in the next horror movie. What? NO NEED MAKEUP LEH! Pro actress here! And it's not photoshopped too! Natural scariness! You can start calling me a narcissist.
Despite experiencing deja vu in the cinemas everytime a horror movie is released, I don't deny that I am a big fan of ghosts movies. Why? I don't know. Perhaps it's fun to predict when something is going to pop out of no where just by judging the sound effects and lightings? And those people who are frightened by ghosts in the movies are stupid, not the actor but the role they play. They either:
I used to shiver every time I walk into the toilet when I was little. Almost every little kid is afraid of toilets because of "ghosts". But then, what's with ghosts and toilets? Not like the toilet smells nice. I'd haunt a luxury suite if I were a ghost. No wait, I'd haunt the internet!!! Muahahahaha, BWAHAHAHAHA!! *ahem ahem* Angelina, please remember that ghosts don't exist.
Yes, I don't believe in ghosts. Why? Because I haven't seen one before. Or sensed one.
"See to believe."
~ Angelina
WHY IS THE GHOST ALWAYS A LADY WITH LONG BLACK HAIR COVERING HER FACE?
This is discrimination! I demand to see guy ghosts. What's up with ghosts all being female? Or little kids? And what's with the long hair covering the face? And the flowing white gown? And the huge empty eyes?
Seriously, if I were a ghost, I'd comb my hair and wear beautiful clothing. I'll even get a stylish haircut, short maybe, and I'd still scare people cause I'm dead. I don't need to look like this to scare people:
I can even scare people with just my hair - I don't need even a touch of makeup!
WAHAHAHA! Beat that! :PAll I need is my baju kurung school uniform and untied hair. Yes, yes, you can start lining up and strike me a deal to star in the next horror movie. What? NO NEED MAKEUP LEH! Pro actress here! And it's not photoshopped too! Natural scariness! You can start calling me a narcissist.
Despite experiencing deja vu in the cinemas everytime a horror movie is released, I don't deny that I am a big fan of ghosts movies. Why? I don't know. Perhaps it's fun to predict when something is going to pop out of no where just by judging the sound effects and lightings? And those people who are frightened by ghosts in the movies are stupid, not the actor but the role they play. They either:
- Stay in a house they know is haunted.
- Venture into the dark ALONE. And why can't they on the lights? -_-
- Check out the place after hearing a noise, knowing that something is going to pop out.
- Like to split into individual groups when danger is lurking. My advise: "Together we stand, divided we fall."
I used to shiver every time I walk into the toilet when I was little. Almost every little kid is afraid of toilets because of "ghosts". But then, what's with ghosts and toilets? Not like the toilet smells nice. I'd haunt a luxury suite if I were a ghost. No wait, I'd haunt the internet!!! Muahahahaha, BWAHAHAHAHA!! *ahem ahem* Angelina, please remember that ghosts don't exist.
Yes, I don't believe in ghosts. Why? Because I haven't seen one before. Or sensed one.
"See to believe."
~ Angelina
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Grades
Sorry for the long delay between the last post and this! *Does a 182 degrees bow* Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Was really tired and busy after the camp, who wouldn't be after venturing into the forest every single day? Yes, with permission. I don't even have the time to sneak out cause we had a night-walk. Was soaked wet from head to toes every single day, who can resist that clear, cooling and irresistibly looking river? One thing I can say about Ulu Yam (or Bulu Ayam as we call it), it's COLD THERE! My guts were shivering until I couldn't even speak in the morning. Really la, my guts.
So back to topic. Grades. I looked at my primary school report card and suddenly saw the big mistake in our secondary examination grading system. They tend to emphasize on straight A's, and that is what students target. I remembered when I was in primary school, if I got 75% in any of my subjects, it is considered VERY low to my teachers, and I tend to get a scolding. Back then, our positions in class is based on our average marks. I got straight A's most of the time but my positions ranged from 10 to even 40 (we had about 50 students in each class). This motivates me to strive for the best in each and every subject.
However, if your position is based on how many A's you get, students tend to aim for the number 75.
Take this for an example:
Now I wonder why we take so many subjects and become the Jack of all trades, and the Master of none. We're not going to have 12 jobs later in life anyway. So many things to concentrate on simply pulls us further and further from our main interest, uncertain of what we really want to pursue.
~ Angelina
So back to topic. Grades. I looked at my primary school report card and suddenly saw the big mistake in our secondary examination grading system. They tend to emphasize on straight A's, and that is what students target. I remembered when I was in primary school, if I got 75% in any of my subjects, it is considered VERY low to my teachers, and I tend to get a scolding. Back then, our positions in class is based on our average marks. I got straight A's most of the time but my positions ranged from 10 to even 40 (we had about 50 students in each class). This motivates me to strive for the best in each and every subject.
However, if your position is based on how many A's you get, students tend to aim for the number 75.
Take this for an example:
- Student A takes 11 subjects, got straight 1A's with marks of 75% each.
- Student B takes 12 subjects, got 11 1A's of 85% each, and a 2A of 74%.
Now I wonder why we take so many subjects and become the Jack of all trades, and the Master of none. We're not going to have 12 jobs later in life anyway. So many things to concentrate on simply pulls us further and further from our main interest, uncertain of what we really want to pursue.
~ Angelina
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Away
Been REALLY busy these days - my Young Enterprise Programme's company research, planning and consolidations; homework; various preparations; meetings; co-curricular activities... These things are really weighing me down. I'm almost free now. At least I hope I am. I'm going for a 3 days 2 nights camp tomorrow, so I won't be updating.
You guys must be thinking: this lazy bum isn't updating! I'm a busy bum actually, and my exams start one week after I come back from the camp. What a month!!!
Let's hope I get some interesting topics injected in my head after the camp :) By the way, if this is the last post you see, I might be eaten by tigers. Or lions. Or pythons. Or whatever. I'm planning to venture into the forest after midnight - whether the trainees like it or not! I did that last year and came back at around 3 or 4 in the morning. IT WAS FUN. Best part is - I did not die :P
Hope this won't be the last post then XD Farewell to all who are reading this! I shall miss you!
~ Angelina
You guys must be thinking: this lazy bum isn't updating! I'm a busy bum actually, and my exams start one week after I come back from the camp. What a month!!!
Let's hope I get some interesting topics injected in my head after the camp :) By the way, if this is the last post you see, I might be eaten by tigers. Or lions. Or pythons. Or whatever. I'm planning to venture into the forest after midnight - whether the trainees like it or not! I did that last year and came back at around 3 or 4 in the morning. IT WAS FUN. Best part is - I did not die :P
Hope this won't be the last post then XD Farewell to all who are reading this! I shall miss you!
~ Angelina
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Where Is The Communication?
Being screamed at again, by someone who always say "communication is important", by someone who reads books about communication, by someone who actually trains her staff about communication. Well, that's my mum.
She didn't talk to me after I said that she was being absurd herself. I don't know if she still thinks that I meant the "other" meaning, or simply doesn't want to admit that she is wrong. Since they say silence is golden, I guess having no communication at all is better than having bad communication. I mean real bad. At least I can put my eardrums to rest after vibrating so hard because of nags and screams.
And it makes me wonder, for a person who is really "good" in communication, is saying sorry really that tough? I don't even need you to say the word "sorry", all I want is for you to admit your mistake. Oh well, save your dignity. I don't care anymore. Another string of peaceful days for my ears :)
~ Angelina
Mum: Eat your rice.Get what I mean when I said that she makes counterfactual assumptions? Such a simple question, such a deafening scream. So yeah, I basically get blamed for being unreasonable, rude, ungrateful and such for almost every normal thing I say.
Me: So can I go home after eating?
Mum: *starts screaming* What do you mean about that? You mean if I don't fetch you home you don't eat la?! Where got people like you one?!!
She didn't talk to me after I said that she was being absurd herself. I don't know if she still thinks that I meant the "other" meaning, or simply doesn't want to admit that she is wrong. Since they say silence is golden, I guess having no communication at all is better than having bad communication. I mean real bad. At least I can put my eardrums to rest after vibrating so hard because of nags and screams.
And it makes me wonder, for a person who is really "good" in communication, is saying sorry really that tough? I don't even need you to say the word "sorry", all I want is for you to admit your mistake. Oh well, save your dignity. I don't care anymore. Another string of peaceful days for my ears :)
~ Angelina
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Live Life... Again
Suppose you could re-live your life. What would you change? Which decisions would you alter? Missed opportunities, broken promises, regretful choices, and life-saving decisions. Perhaps you would decide to travel to exotic places that you have never been before, or try treating your family members and friends better. Unfortunately, no matter how long your list is now, it's now too late. The missed opportunities have been missed, broken promises have been broken, regretful choices have been made and lives might have been lost. As days dwindle, as time flies by, all you can do is contemplate about what-if's and live to indemnify the bad decisions you have made.
But the most important question still lies - Are you happy with your life? Because every bad decision you made or negative situation that you have gone through is absolutely necessary to bring you to this point. If you were to remake these decisions, you might not experience what you need to experience, and make the mistakes you must make.
I was meant to go to a Kebangsaan school. Yet my mum changed her mind and sent me to a Chinese school. What if I was sent to a Kebangsaan school? How will I fare? What kind of friends would I meet? What kind of life would I live? The different environment, different teachers, different people. I might and might not be where I am right now. Though not as perfect, I am happy with my current situation. Re-living my life and going to a Kebangsaan school is just too much a risk to take. What about art stream with the subjects I like most? What if I chose art stream over science stream? What will happen? I took science stream for the benefits of it, but with the subjects I don't like. It's a decision made, a risk taken but not necessarily a mistake made. Let's see how it'll turn out it the end.
~ Angelina
But the most important question still lies - Are you happy with your life? Because every bad decision you made or negative situation that you have gone through is absolutely necessary to bring you to this point. If you were to remake these decisions, you might not experience what you need to experience, and make the mistakes you must make.
I was meant to go to a Kebangsaan school. Yet my mum changed her mind and sent me to a Chinese school. What if I was sent to a Kebangsaan school? How will I fare? What kind of friends would I meet? What kind of life would I live? The different environment, different teachers, different people. I might and might not be where I am right now. Though not as perfect, I am happy with my current situation. Re-living my life and going to a Kebangsaan school is just too much a risk to take. What about art stream with the subjects I like most? What if I chose art stream over science stream? What will happen? I took science stream for the benefits of it, but with the subjects I don't like. It's a decision made, a risk taken but not necessarily a mistake made. Let's see how it'll turn out it the end.
~ Angelina
Friday, July 6, 2007
Boy or Girl?
Seriously, would you rather be a guy or a girl? Forget about what people would say, which would you choose? Personally, I find that there are a lot of disadvantages of being a girl. But I'd still rather be a girl because girls are more INTELLIGENT! Wahahaha! No offence to guys, you all are equally smart, just that most of you are lazy to put your brains to good use :P
But being a girl is quite ma fan too. Why?
~ Angelina
But being a girl is quite ma fan too. Why?
- Menstruation. Freaking hate this time of the month. We have to suffer from mood swings, pain and discomfort :(
- Security issues. We have to take precaution of perverted men all the time!
- Wasting a lot of time to make ourselves look good. Can't be avoided if you're a girl.
- Double D's a.k.a. BOOBS. Some hate theirs because they want them bigger. I hate it because it's friggin' annoying especially when I run or jump -_-"
- Some people still look down on females these days. Yes, the society has changed but some minds still remain the same.
- Weaker in nature. I wanna be strong and muscular! (Explains why I turned my friend into a punching bag =X)
- Babies. They're so freaking huge. Why can't we lay eggs instead?
~ Angelina
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Anger Management
I admit that I have problems with controlling my anger. I flare up easily. What I don't understand is why it only happens at home. I feel happy with my friends. We laugh and joke and have all the fun. However, this doesn't happen at home. A simple sentence from my mum would trigger my "anger hormones" and make my tears flow. Why?
Great. Now she thinks I despise her.
I did some reading about anger management and one of the tactics is to "print a picture of that person and destroy that any way you like". But I can't. That's because:
I HATE'S
I hate the way she hijacks conversations, especially when I'm sharing my thoughts or experiences, she would interrupt and continues the rest with her "you should..." speech. She loves to be heard, yet she doesn't listen.
I hate how she did not talk to me and totally cut me off of any socialization for two months, about two years ago. It was mental torture during that period. She screamed and slammed the doors almost daily. I didn't notice any changes in me at first, until my friends asked me about it, and I began to think back and realise the changes. I guess it was too late? Funny how two months can change a person's personality.
I hate the fact that she keeps telling people how smart I am, and that I don't even need tuition to score the straight A's. She doesn't even know when I had exams when I was still in primary school, despite the dozens of times I informed her. And thank you VERY MUCH for that -_-
I hate it when she's being a "know-it-all". Don't think that you know me or anything about me that well, cause the truth is you don't. And stop lecturing me about my attitude. I'm the way I am and people love me. Oh yes, a person with such a bad attitude like me have a lot of friends :) Got my point?
I hate the fact when she takes jokes seriously. For God's sake, it's just a fucking joke. Have a sense of humour and stop saying that my style of talking provokes people's anger. My friends and even not-so-close friends accepts them with a smile and a nice little debate we all enjoy. Fact is, you're outdated.
I hate the times when she is being a show-off. Don't go out telling people how well I fare in my exams. If they are interested, they will ask you themselves. And the truth is I don't score well. I'm nothing to be proud of. I'm a worthless piece of junk. So sorry to disappoint you.
I hate it when she makes counterfactual assumptions and blames everything which is totally NOT what I meant. Shedding tears in front of me because you think I purposely made you late for work is a great example. Why would I do that on purpose? You think I want to be late for school and get a warning from the board? Look before you jump. If you say you did, look further.
Yes, a lot of hate's. But mummy, I love you for being imperfect. I love you for every other thing you have done for me. I love you for all the sacrifices you have made. I love you for giving me a little taste of happiness, anger and sadness; maybe you accidentally added a pinch too much. I love you for moulding me into how I am today.
So friends! If you love me, thank my mum.
~ Angelina
Great. Now she thinks I despise her.
I did some reading about anger management and one of the tactics is to "print a picture of that person and destroy that any way you like". But I can't. That's because:
Fact 1: I love my mum.I really don't know how to communicate with my mum anymore, so I guess I'll just blog out my hatred and forget about it.
Fact 2: She doesn't know that.
I HATE'S
I hate the way she hijacks conversations, especially when I'm sharing my thoughts or experiences, she would interrupt and continues the rest with her "you should..." speech. She loves to be heard, yet she doesn't listen.
I hate how she did not talk to me and totally cut me off of any socialization for two months, about two years ago. It was mental torture during that period. She screamed and slammed the doors almost daily. I didn't notice any changes in me at first, until my friends asked me about it, and I began to think back and realise the changes. I guess it was too late? Funny how two months can change a person's personality.
I hate the fact that she keeps telling people how smart I am, and that I don't even need tuition to score the straight A's. She doesn't even know when I had exams when I was still in primary school, despite the dozens of times I informed her. And thank you VERY MUCH for that -_-
I hate it when she's being a "know-it-all". Don't think that you know me or anything about me that well, cause the truth is you don't. And stop lecturing me about my attitude. I'm the way I am and people love me. Oh yes, a person with such a bad attitude like me have a lot of friends :) Got my point?
I hate the fact when she takes jokes seriously. For God's sake, it's just a fucking joke. Have a sense of humour and stop saying that my style of talking provokes people's anger. My friends and even not-so-close friends accepts them with a smile and a nice little debate we all enjoy. Fact is, you're outdated.
I hate the times when she is being a show-off. Don't go out telling people how well I fare in my exams. If they are interested, they will ask you themselves. And the truth is I don't score well. I'm nothing to be proud of. I'm a worthless piece of junk. So sorry to disappoint you.
I hate it when she makes counterfactual assumptions and blames everything which is totally NOT what I meant. Shedding tears in front of me because you think I purposely made you late for work is a great example. Why would I do that on purpose? You think I want to be late for school and get a warning from the board? Look before you jump. If you say you did, look further.
...
Yes, a lot of hate's. But mummy, I love you for being imperfect. I love you for every other thing you have done for me. I love you for all the sacrifices you have made. I love you for giving me a little taste of happiness, anger and sadness; maybe you accidentally added a pinch too much. I love you for moulding me into how I am today.
So friends! If you love me, thank my mum.
~ Angelina
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Fantasies
Fantasies. I'm sure everyone has them. Your wildest dreams which will have little chance to become reality. Unless you get pretty lucky, or so in my case. No, mine isn't about having sex with hot celebrities.
A few years back, when I was still in primary school, I've always a wild fantasy of getting brutally murdered. Yes, murdered. The thought of a gun being held right up to my head, the sound when the trigger was about to be pulled, the tensed moment that I knew I was going to die... It was wonderful. That was one of the first "murder-me" fantasies I had.
And then it progressed. I fantasized myself being shot by a masked serial killer, having several bullets shot at my body, the non-vital parts of my body. He was going to let me suffer to my death. The feeling of pain, the feeling when my body was rejecting the foreign objects punctured inside... I was in agony... I was in pain... But, I was happy.
Then I invited another murderer into my fantasy land. This one, holds a knife. He would stab me, he would then slowly pull out the knife, enjoying every second of my pain. My blood would be dripping, blood would be oozing out of my mouth. My killer would smile. He would direct the knife to my neck and slowly, carefully slice it open, appreciating the art by the law of gravity as my blood flows down the knife, along his hand, and finally drip down from his elbows.
Oh, how arousing, how sensational. There, my wildest fantasy. But please, don't murder me :)
~ Angelina
A few years back, when I was still in primary school, I've always a wild fantasy of getting brutally murdered. Yes, murdered. The thought of a gun being held right up to my head, the sound when the trigger was about to be pulled, the tensed moment that I knew I was going to die... It was wonderful. That was one of the first "murder-me" fantasies I had.
And then it progressed. I fantasized myself being shot by a masked serial killer, having several bullets shot at my body, the non-vital parts of my body. He was going to let me suffer to my death. The feeling of pain, the feeling when my body was rejecting the foreign objects punctured inside... I was in agony... I was in pain... But, I was happy.
Then I invited another murderer into my fantasy land. This one, holds a knife. He would stab me, he would then slowly pull out the knife, enjoying every second of my pain. My blood would be dripping, blood would be oozing out of my mouth. My killer would smile. He would direct the knife to my neck and slowly, carefully slice it open, appreciating the art by the law of gravity as my blood flows down the knife, along his hand, and finally drip down from his elbows.
Oh, how arousing, how sensational. There, my wildest fantasy. But please, don't murder me :)
~ Angelina
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
A Love Story In School
Without fail, he would be there.
Rain...
... or shine.
Solemnly and patiently, without a complaint, awaiting her footsteps to draw near. Glancing at his watch from time to time. The Chinese lesson will be ending soon.
One minute... Two minutes... Three minutes. Why is she late today? Still, he maintains his imperturbable composure. Waiting and waiting...
Eventually, she turns up. He looks up with a smile on his face, ever so happy to see her.
"Hey, how's class?"
He opens up an umbrella and together they would walk home, in a quiet and delightful atmosphere, only they can feel.
Ah, one of the romantic situations in school when a guy would wait for a girl for hours, just because she takes extra Chinese lessons and he doesn't. So pure. So romantic.
~ Angelina
Rain...
... or shine.
Solemnly and patiently, without a complaint, awaiting her footsteps to draw near. Glancing at his watch from time to time. The Chinese lesson will be ending soon.
One minute... Two minutes... Three minutes. Why is she late today? Still, he maintains his imperturbable composure. Waiting and waiting...
Eventually, she turns up. He looks up with a smile on his face, ever so happy to see her.
"Hey, how's class?"
He opens up an umbrella and together they would walk home, in a quiet and delightful atmosphere, only they can feel.
---oOo---
Ah, one of the romantic situations in school when a guy would wait for a girl for hours, just because she takes extra Chinese lessons and he doesn't. So pure. So romantic.
~ Angelina
Angelina... That's Me.
Someone: Hi, what's your name?People always relate me to Angelina Jolie because we have the same first name. I feel as if Angelina Jolie has stolen my identity. Angelina Jolie isn't the only Angelina in this world, okay? I'm Angelina Tan. TAN, TAN, TAN, TAN, TAN!!!
Angelina: Hi, I'm Angelina.
Someone: Oooh, Angelina Jolie! So do you love Brad Pitt?
I wonder if I will ever be so well known that people will say, "Oooh, Angelina Tan!" instead. My mum wasn't too happy when my father named me Angelina at first, she complained to him that it was too long. She even asked him, "What kind of name is that?" But Mummy, I like my name! Oh, and thanks Daddy even though you are not reading! :P
Every time you type "Angelina" in the search box, hundreds of Angelina Jolie fansites would be the top results. The only place my real FULL name came out is on the PMR scorers list. I want to be at the top. No, I SHALL be at the top! One day, one day...
I have a few certificates which had my name misspelled as "Angeline". Some people call me Angeline, some even call me Angela. Having a name starting with "A" is not a good thing in school. When teachers select students, it's always me first! It's BAD! Especially for a blur-blur girl like me. I always stand up saying, "What? Teacher say what ah?" Speaking of blur, I can't keep my eyes open in class, especially during Chinese lesson! That language of doom -_- *chants* I am a banana... I am a banana... I am a banana...
Quoted from what a form 6 guy said...
What? You know how to read Chinese? I have never heard you speak a word of Chinese since I studied here three years ago.
Quoted from what my History teacher of 3 years said...I should probably stop elaborating about my banana-ness.
What? You take Chinese? Unbelievable!
---oOo---
** A small update to the previous post **
Today was worse. That guy was telling me how he would hire a helicopter and bring me through the skies. I am not interested in your, um, flying fantasies... with me.
~ Angelina
Monday, July 2, 2007
An Interesting Talk
Was doing my prefect's duty in school this morning and something that I find very funny happened. There was this prefect who has been trying to befriend me last year (until now!) came to me and we had a chit-chat session.
His friend, the "evil guy" (he used to nag me all the time. Note: used, cause I complained to him and he made sure that the evil guy doesn't bug me anymore), came over and joined us.
Of course I sensed it! There are so many things that happened since last year until now.
Case 1: End of last year
We were doing our morning duties and he purposely chose a spot closest to me and was staring at me. Yes, staring. I tried to act normal but the fact is - I can't! How do you feel when a pair of eyes is looking at you without a blink?! So I finally turned to him and asked him if there was anything wrong. He denied.
Case 2: Beginning of school this year
Most of the Form 5 prefects hold positions in the prefectorial board, including the evil guy and him. He was in-charged of the blocks and the evil guy was in-charged of the canteen. I was stationed at the canteen at that time. He wouldn't stop bugging the evil guy to switch my place with another prefect so that I would be doing me duty at the blocks - which is what I'm doing now.
Case 3: All the time
He would come to talk to me quite often and greets me whenever he sees me.
Case 4: Photography session
This, I think, is the funniest thing. He was embarrassed and did not talk to me for two whole weeks after this happened. During the prefect's photography session, we have to stand in three lines. The first line is for the ones who are holding positions, second is for the girl prefects, and finally for the boys. Instead of standing at the line for those who hold positions, he came and stood beside me, which is the girls' line and forced his friend who did not hold any positions to take his place.
Case 5: Whenever he is near
HE SINGS *cough cough* Sorry, but your voice is not meant for singing =/
There are many other "mini happenings" that will make this post go long and boring, so I guess I'll have to skip those, lol. And guess what?! After asking for my number, he sang a love song in Chinese to me -_-" Cough. No, seriously, I'm having a bad cough!
I was standing at that time as I was on duty, and they were sitting. The evil guy wanted to "test" him.
I still laugh at the thought of this, wonder what he will say when he calls tonight, which he say he will. What an interesting day with those cute little kids xD
~ Angelina
His friend, the "evil guy" (he used to nag me all the time. Note: used, cause I complained to him and he made sure that the evil guy doesn't bug me anymore), came over and joined us.
Evil Guy: He has something to ask you.I really got to hold my laughter after seeing the fact that he find it so hard to come up with that question. But it's natural, no? :) He asked for my number after that, and he wrote it on HIS HAND! My friend couldn't stop laughing after she knew what happened, she said she sensed this coming but not as soon as this and asked me if I sensed it too.
Me: Oh, ok.
Him: Hey can I ask you something?
Me: Sure.
Him: Every time you pick up your phone, do you call up anyone?
Me: Um, no.
Him: Okay, err, then every time you pick up your phone, is there someone that you really feel like calling?
Me: No -_-"
Evil Guy: ARGH! Get to the point for God's sake! He wants to know if you have a boyfriend.
Me: ...
Of course I sensed it! There are so many things that happened since last year until now.
Case 1: End of last year
We were doing our morning duties and he purposely chose a spot closest to me and was staring at me. Yes, staring. I tried to act normal but the fact is - I can't! How do you feel when a pair of eyes is looking at you without a blink?! So I finally turned to him and asked him if there was anything wrong. He denied.
Case 2: Beginning of school this year
Most of the Form 5 prefects hold positions in the prefectorial board, including the evil guy and him. He was in-charged of the blocks and the evil guy was in-charged of the canteen. I was stationed at the canteen at that time. He wouldn't stop bugging the evil guy to switch my place with another prefect so that I would be doing me duty at the blocks - which is what I'm doing now.
Case 3: All the time
He would come to talk to me quite often and greets me whenever he sees me.
Case 4: Photography session
This, I think, is the funniest thing. He was embarrassed and did not talk to me for two whole weeks after this happened. During the prefect's photography session, we have to stand in three lines. The first line is for the ones who are holding positions, second is for the girl prefects, and finally for the boys. Instead of standing at the line for those who hold positions, he came and stood beside me, which is the girls' line and forced his friend who did not hold any positions to take his place.
Him: I'm so lucky to be able to take this photo with you, I guess we're fated to be!Ouch. That must've hit him hard.
Me: ...
Me: Um, do you realise that you are standing in the girls' row?
Him: Yea I do, but I'm special!
Me: -_-" Whatever you say...
Teacher: What are you doing here?!! You're supposed to sit there! And you! What do you think you're doing, sitting at HIS place?!!
Innocent friend: But, he told me to sit here!
Teacher: I don't care! You both go back to your places and stop wasting our time!
Case 5: Whenever he is near
HE SINGS *cough cough* Sorry, but your voice is not meant for singing =/
There are many other "mini happenings" that will make this post go long and boring, so I guess I'll have to skip those, lol. And guess what?! After asking for my number, he sang a love song in Chinese to me -_-" Cough. No, seriously, I'm having a bad cough!
I was standing at that time as I was on duty, and they were sitting. The evil guy wanted to "test" him.
Evil guy: Hey, Angelina. Come and sit here with me. *pats bench*Kids these days... When will they ever learn to grow up? LOL! I should stop mimicking what adults say :D
Me: Don't want la.
Him: WHO WANTS TO SIT WITH YOU?! Of course she'll sit with me. *pats bench too*
Evil guy: No space la there. Come, come, sit here, sit here.
Him: WHO SAY NO PLACE?! Here alot!! Come here, come here!
Me: ...
Me: It's okay, I'll just stand -_-"
I still laugh at the thought of this, wonder what he will say when he calls tonight, which he say he will. What an interesting day with those cute little kids xD
~ Angelina
Sunday, July 1, 2007
1000th Visitor!
Weeeeee! My 1000th visitor! Well, not actually. I only added that counter 4 months after I started this blog. 28th of May maybe? 1000 readers in 33 days! Hmm, not bad for a start =)
I found this on my doorstep the very next day:
A card came with it, it read:
Aww, I'm so touched! Thank you very much! *wipes tears*
Hmm, what could I do to celebrate this meaningful occasion? I know! I'll upgrade my blog to the newest blogger and learn XML! Well, I'm gonna learn some basics before I switch 0f course. So my lovely readers, expect a new template really soon... again! =P
I'll also start reading my Da Vinci Code that I abandoned months ago! See how you guys are motivating me? =D
I'll replace the picture with a better one next time -_-"
I told my mum how happy I was and that I might wanna be a full-time blogger. And she looked at me for awhile and said, "Why don't you be a lawyer instead?" SHE SUGGESTED A CAREER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE! Maybe it's because of the full-time blogger thought I had.
Wasn't sure if I wanna be a lawyer, so I searched for some information about being one. Look what I found!:
Uhh.. o.O I'll think about it.
~ Angelina
I found this on my doorstep the very next day:
A card came with it, it read:
Aww, I'm so touched! Thank you very much! *wipes tears*
Hmm, what could I do to celebrate this meaningful occasion? I know! I'll upgrade my blog to the newest blogger and learn XML! Well, I'm gonna learn some basics before I switch 0f course. So my lovely readers, expect a new template really soon... again! =P
I'll also start reading my Da Vinci Code that I abandoned months ago! See how you guys are motivating me? =D
I'll replace the picture with a better one next time -_-"I told my mum how happy I was and that I might wanna be a full-time blogger. And she looked at me for awhile and said, "Why don't you be a lawyer instead?" SHE SUGGESTED A CAREER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE! Maybe it's because of the full-time blogger thought I had.
Wasn't sure if I wanna be a lawyer, so I searched for some information about being one. Look what I found!:
Uhh.. o.O I'll think about it.
~ Angelina
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Coincidences
Been a little occupied this few days, still am but I have too much on my mind that I gotta put them to good eyes before I forget! :P
Do you believe that everything is predestined? Or do you think that everything that happens is a mere coincidence? For me, I don't think God has the time to "preset" everything for billions of people out there. It's just my opinion.
Situation:
Back to the topic: coincidences. This, is what I've concluded after many years of thinking about how humans actually appear on Earth and their destiny. I think that most of the things that happen, happen because coincidences - from the creation of humans, to determining who lives and who dies.
How were humans created? Let me bring you back to billions and billions of years ago, long before the dinosaurs even existed. I call this Angelina's Theory. *hopes that someone from National Geographic coincidently comes across this post and creates a simulation of my theory*
The earth was still empty and the weather was still very very unstable. Earthquakes, volcano eruptions, meteoroids crashing in, weather storms... The galaxy was still young and because of its unstableness, nothing could survive back then. As the weather stabilises and the temperature becomes more optimum, life begins. As we know, everything is made up of matter. We humans consists of calcium, iron etc, which are also found in the ground. So when everything (weather, temperature and such) becomes coincidently optimum for living things to survive, some elements and compounds which are coincidently created near to each other after thousands of natural disasters, chemically reacts with each other and coincidently happen to be the right combination to form life. No, that's not how humans magically appear. Creatures then were unicellular organisms, so tiny that they could not be seen with the naked eye. After centuries and centuries of mating and therefore improving genetically and thus evolving to suit the habitat, the cells have learnt to work with each other, forming multicellular organisms. How we look today is because a particular organism coincidently met a partner and their combination evolved after billions of years to form humans. Meet with another and we might grow horns.
So yeah, evolutions after evolutions has led to today, and has led to me writing this. But, let me tell you this - not everything HAS to be a coincident, but everything can be related to it. Good coincidences are called "lucky", bad ones are called "suey". We work hard because good coincidences don't always happen, and we can't take that risk as we don't have nine lives. Let me give you a situation to help you understand more of this theory of mine:
Well, this is my theory. What's yours?
~ Angelina, a suey POVT.
Do you believe that everything is predestined? Or do you think that everything that happens is a mere coincidence? For me, I don't think God has the time to "preset" everything for billions of people out there. It's just my opinion.
Situation:
Dodo: I don't believe that God can "preset" everyone's destiny. It's impossible.I guess that I'm more of a free thinker than a Christian, which I only use to fill in forms which has a field for religion. Would've put "Muslim" for better benefits, but I don't think I wanna change my name to Angelina binti Abdullah any soon. I chose to write "Christian" over "Buddhist" because my mum believes in Jesus, and it's the religion which facts sound the most logical to me out of the illogicals.
Lala: That's why we call him "God"!
Dodo: It's logically impossible. Tell me how He does it then.
Lala: Aiya, how God does things, we people donno one lah!
Dodo: You don't even know, why do you believe then?
Lala: Cause he is God mah!
Dodo: ...
Back to the topic: coincidences. This, is what I've concluded after many years of thinking about how humans actually appear on Earth and their destiny. I think that most of the things that happen, happen because coincidences - from the creation of humans, to determining who lives and who dies.
How were humans created? Let me bring you back to billions and billions of years ago, long before the dinosaurs even existed. I call this Angelina's Theory. *hopes that someone from National Geographic coincidently comes across this post and creates a simulation of my theory*
The earth was still empty and the weather was still very very unstable. Earthquakes, volcano eruptions, meteoroids crashing in, weather storms... The galaxy was still young and because of its unstableness, nothing could survive back then. As the weather stabilises and the temperature becomes more optimum, life begins. As we know, everything is made up of matter. We humans consists of calcium, iron etc, which are also found in the ground. So when everything (weather, temperature and such) becomes coincidently optimum for living things to survive, some elements and compounds which are coincidently created near to each other after thousands of natural disasters, chemically reacts with each other and coincidently happen to be the right combination to form life. No, that's not how humans magically appear. Creatures then were unicellular organisms, so tiny that they could not be seen with the naked eye. After centuries and centuries of mating and therefore improving genetically and thus evolving to suit the habitat, the cells have learnt to work with each other, forming multicellular organisms. How we look today is because a particular organism coincidently met a partner and their combination evolved after billions of years to form humans. Meet with another and we might grow horns.
So yeah, evolutions after evolutions has led to today, and has led to me writing this. But, let me tell you this - not everything HAS to be a coincident, but everything can be related to it. Good coincidences are called "lucky", bad ones are called "suey". We work hard because good coincidences don't always happen, and we can't take that risk as we don't have nine lives. Let me give you a situation to help you understand more of this theory of mine:
Situation A: You worked hard in you company and your boss is delighted. He gives you a promotion and a pay rise.You can be hardworking, but luck also plays a role. Meeting the right people at the right time, and saying the right thing at the right time helps. Life and death are also influenced by coincidences. I talked about this theory with my friend, Jolene, and it turned out that we had thought of the same thing before, but never really talked about it. It is the "point-of-view thingy" (POVT). We haven't really gave it a name yet, but I can explain to you what it is. People might call these souls, but we had something else in mind. Every time life is created, a POVT would be created as well, and it coincidently becomes "you". We see things from this angle, this everything, not another. And we wonder, "Why am I in this body and not that body? How come that POVT gets to be in that gorgeous body?!" Well, one answer, it's all a coincidence. And I happened to be suey, LOL!
Situation B: You worked hard in a company but your luck is so suey and you met a stingy boss. Your contributions are not acknowledged.
Well, this is my theory. What's yours?
~ Angelina, a suey POVT.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
The True Colours of Malaysia - Revealed?
"Malaysia is a safe place to live in!" - Really?
"Muhibah!" - Says who?
Ah, Malaysia... Don't judge a book by its cover. Many are fooled by alluring news and advertisements which are actually shadowing the true colours of Malaysia. No, the truth shall be revealed by us, as citizens of this feigned country!
We blog about it, talk about it... Hoping that people will realise the truth. Now, its true colours are even published in the encyclopedia! Or rather, the Uncyclopedia.
"Omfg, WORDS!" Just read it, it's worth your time.
"You should love your country."
Yes I do, butwe also have to prevent the members of the parliament from getting gaji buta some secrets are not meant to be kept, unless you want the taxes you pay to go to waste :P
Malaysia Boleh!!! (Minus the "o")
~ Angelina
"Muhibah!" - Says who?
Ah, Malaysia... Don't judge a book by its cover. Many are fooled by alluring news and advertisements which are actually shadowing the true colours of Malaysia. No, the truth shall be revealed by us, as citizens of this feigned country!
We blog about it, talk about it... Hoping that people will realise the truth. Now, its true colours are even published in the encyclopedia! Or rather, the Uncyclopedia.
"Omfg, WORDS!" Just read it, it's worth your time.
"You should love your country."
Yes I do, but
Malaysia Boleh!!! (Minus the "o")
~ Angelina
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Simple Math
Wah, math! So, how do you solve this?Chey... Easy lar! Like this loh:
Suddenly..."Aiya, do so complicated for what? Follow my method - fast, easy and accurate!" I show you:
~ Angelina o.O
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Qualified?
Every teacher holds a certificate - degree, master, whatever. However, a question still lies.
What does the word qualify mean? Does getting a certificate mean that someone is qualified to be a teacher?
I don't deny that they must have a good amount of knowledge to be able to obtain a so-called qualification to become a teacher, yet our country's education produces hundreds and thousands of illiterate students every year, causing the increase of number of school dropouts and crime rate year after year.
Why?
During my co-curricular activity last week, I overheard an afternoon session teacher while she was in class.
Teacher: ABC! 29 marks! Come out!
ABC: *walks out*
Teacher: Why you get so low?
ABC: *speechless*
Teacher: Take out your hand!
ABC: *looks at teacher with fearful eyes*
Teacher: TAKE OUT YOUR HAND!
ABC: *takes out hand slowly*
Teacher: *WHACK!*
If caning makes a student smarter, go ahead. But does it? Instead of caning them, shouldn't the teacher be hitting herself with a 10-foot long pole for failing to help the students pass their exams? Caning will only lower the students' self-esteem and make them hate studying even more. She has a certificate, but tell me, is this teacher qualified to be a teacher?
Good teachers are assigned to good classes only, the unqualified ones, the makan gaji buta ones, will be assigned to the not-so-good classes, worsening the scenario. Yes, the sad truth.
As a teacher, he or she is responsible to make sure that the students understands what is taught, and guide them if they fail to cope. But no... They have this tidak peduli attitude, they don't care if you can earn a living or not in the future, all they care is filling their filthy pockets with green paper the government issue to them without fail every month.
Not every teacher is like this. Fortunately, my teachers are not. But the other classes? I doubt their ability to teach.
If you know that you can't teach, don't. Don't ruin other people's life and drive the country to chaos.
~ Angelina
Is every teacher really qualified to be a teacher?
What does the word qualify mean? Does getting a certificate mean that someone is qualified to be a teacher?
I don't deny that they must have a good amount of knowledge to be able to obtain a so-called qualification to become a teacher, yet our country's education produces hundreds and thousands of illiterate students every year, causing the increase of number of school dropouts and crime rate year after year.
Why?
During my co-curricular activity last week, I overheard an afternoon session teacher while she was in class.
Teacher: ABC! 29 marks! Come out!
ABC: *walks out*
Teacher: Why you get so low?
ABC: *speechless*
Teacher: Take out your hand!
ABC: *looks at teacher with fearful eyes*
Teacher: TAKE OUT YOUR HAND!
ABC: *takes out hand slowly*
Teacher: *WHACK!*
If caning makes a student smarter, go ahead. But does it? Instead of caning them, shouldn't the teacher be hitting herself with a 10-foot long pole for failing to help the students pass their exams? Caning will only lower the students' self-esteem and make them hate studying even more. She has a certificate, but tell me, is this teacher qualified to be a teacher?
Good teachers are assigned to good classes only, the unqualified ones, the makan gaji buta ones, will be assigned to the not-so-good classes, worsening the scenario. Yes, the sad truth.
As a teacher, he or she is responsible to make sure that the students understands what is taught, and guide them if they fail to cope. But no... They have this tidak peduli attitude, they don't care if you can earn a living or not in the future, all they care is filling their filthy pockets with green paper the government issue to them without fail every month.
Not every teacher is like this. Fortunately, my teachers are not. But the other classes? I doubt their ability to teach.
If you know that you can't teach, don't. Don't ruin other people's life and drive the country to chaos.
~ Angelina
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Banana Wannabe
Banana:
Definition 1: A crescent-shaped, yellow fruit.
Definition 2: A term given to Chinese people who doesn't speak Chinese. Just like a banana, they're yellow on the outside, but white in the inside.
I'm not a banana, I'm a banana wannabe (referring to definition number 2, FYI :P). "Why would anyone wanna BE a banana?" You would ask. Frankly, I don't know. Maybe I'm just plain weird or what, but I really wish I don't know Chinese.
Chinese - Chinese language = Banana = CuteYes, I'm insane =) I love my banana friends! *hugs Jolene and Jillian* I love banana people! I don't like eating bananas.
I know that China has large market opportunities and stuff, but I-hate-that-language.
This is how you write "I" in English:
This is how you write "I" in Chinese:
YOU SEE?!! How could I NOT hate it? And the teachers are not helping at all, in fact they make me hate that language more by adding unnecessary words to my beautifully written essay, making it look like I just wrote a primary-level essay. OI TEACHER! I write this style for NINE friggin' years and got A ok? Don't you tell me that my writing style is wrong. Pfft.The goods of understanding Chinese:
- China's market
- Communicating with non-bananas.
- Understanding texts written in Chinese, especially during trips.
- Play Chinese games (which I don't because of those friggin' characters)
The bads of understanding Chinese:
- Forced to memorise 2 extremely long proverbs for every chapter we learn, including their definitions, author and which book it came out from, which is extremely ridiculous. There are at least 20 chapters a year, which makes approximately 40 proverbs a year. We also need to memorise the peralihan level ones. For SPM level, we need to know 40 x 6 = 240 proverbs by heart.
- The characters are VERY complicated, thus making homework torturous.
- Chinese education focuses on memorising and copying.
- Making result sheets look bad.
- Learning unnecessary grammar.
- Calligraphy (Why the hell do we need this when there is something called the "PEN" and the "PENCIL" invented?)
- Extra hours of classes in school.
- So many more that this list will never end.
Jolene: I was meant to go to a Chinese school but my mum changed her mind! Argh!
Me: I was meant to go to a Kebangsaan school but my mum changed her mind! Argh!
Perfect! Trust me, 0.5% of each subject is enough for ANYONE to get an A :P *prepares to get poked by Jolene*
I know that understanding Chinese is an advantage, but it really, REALLY makes people suffer (that is unless you are a Chinese language pro, but then other languages surely not as good lor =/)
Everytime I say, "I wanna become a bananaaaaaa!", I get =.+|| expressions from my friends. Guess I've provided enough reasons for why I am a banana wannabe? =)
~ Angelina, the banana wannabe.
Friday, June 15, 2007
128GB RAM!
You may have heard of 1GB, 2GB or even 8GB of RAM, but 128GB? That's INSANE! Imagine if you have 128GB of RAM in your computer! What can you do with it?
Look at those slots! RAM, RAM and more RAM!
I could:
1. Play Rappelz
2. Play Granado Espada
3. Play Dance Online
4. Play SDO
5. Play Audition
6. Play Last Chaos
7. Play Ghost Online
8. Play TS Online
9. Play Dota
10. Play JX II Online
11. View 20 blogs
12. View 20 sites
13. Run 10 different kind of messengers
... and more! All at one go! I want it for my next birthday, can or not? ^^ Buy for me pleaseee =)
~ Angelina
Look at those slots! RAM, RAM and more RAM!
I could:
1. Play Rappelz
2. Play Granado Espada
3. Play Dance Online
4. Play SDO
5. Play Audition
6. Play Last Chaos
7. Play Ghost Online
8. Play TS Online
9. Play Dota
10. Play JX II Online
11. View 20 blogs
12. View 20 sites
13. Run 10 different kind of messengers
... and more! All at one go! I want it for my next birthday, can or not? ^^ Buy for me pleaseee =)
~ Angelina
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Underwear?
I'm sure you have received spam mail introducing money earning schemes before, right? Me too. But the one I received today, is so different from the previous ones I have received that I really wanna share its contents with you guys.
Here's a screenie:
WTF?
~ Angelina
Here's a screenie:
WTF?
~ Angelina
Monday, June 11, 2007
The Face Behind The Blog
Yes, yes. I know it's been a lot of days since I kena tag but I only do it today :P First tag must plan nicely mah! =X
Anyway, this tag is from MonkeyWong, which is titled, "The face behind the blog." So... Here's a picture of me and my friend!
What? Ohh... The length of the hair gave me out -_-
My hair is long and quite straight, even my friend didn't believe that I didn't go for any hair treatments until last year, when she realised that my hair texture didn't change all year round. But when I was in primary school, my hair always get entangled, and was even a little curly. Yes, curly, not WAVY. I didn't know how it got so straight once I reached secondary school. Here's the straightest I can comb it to:
Straight right? I'm proud of it :) BUT! I always don't comb my hair, even when I go out to eat right after my bath, so look like a siao zhar bor most of the time, wahahaha.
Yes, I know my nose very big, there's no need to remind me of that huge nose =/
Enough about straight hair! Now time for siao zhar bor pictures :P
This is sad ._. When I wear my retainers, my mouth will have a weird shape. It's so uncomfortable! That's why I don't wear it most of the time.
Bet you're asking now, "Why all also in the living room one?!" Cause the living room IS my room, and my only world, that's why. I am always at home, at home and at home. I seldom go anywhere cause my mum is always "too busy". So yea, I'm a katak di bawah tempurung, only know what's going on on the net and not in real life.
When I was studying for my last exam, I think my mum was using my laptop or something, then she used the webcam and snapped, lol:
I'm not hardworking, looks can be deceiving you know :)
There's this picture, it was taken by me the day after I went to participate in the inter-school scrabble competition, I stayed home because I was so sick. I look awful and I don't even look like me -_-
See lar! My face looked like I pumped water in it or something. And my eyes are like bulging out already. Sick, sick, SICK! Luckily I didn't look THAT bad during the competition, or did I? :(
Finally, the last face behind the blog...
Don't remind me of my huge nose please X(
~ Angelina
Anyway, this tag is from MonkeyWong, which is titled, "The face behind the blog." So... Here's a picture of me and my friend!
What? Ohh... The length of the hair gave me out -_-
My hair is long and quite straight, even my friend didn't believe that I didn't go for any hair treatments until last year, when she realised that my hair texture didn't change all year round. But when I was in primary school, my hair always get entangled, and was even a little curly. Yes, curly, not WAVY. I didn't know how it got so straight once I reached secondary school. Here's the straightest I can comb it to:
Straight right? I'm proud of it :) BUT! I always don't comb my hair, even when I go out to eat right after my bath, so look like a siao zhar bor most of the time, wahahaha.
Yes, I know my nose very big, there's no need to remind me of that huge nose =/
Enough about straight hair! Now time for siao zhar bor pictures :P
This is sad ._. When I wear my retainers, my mouth will have a weird shape. It's so uncomfortable! That's why I don't wear it most of the time.
Bet you're asking now, "Why all also in the living room one?!" Cause the living room IS my room, and my only world, that's why. I am always at home, at home and at home. I seldom go anywhere cause my mum is always "too busy". So yea, I'm a katak di bawah tempurung, only know what's going on on the net and not in real life.
When I was studying for my last exam, I think my mum was using my laptop or something, then she used the webcam and snapped, lol:
I'm not hardworking, looks can be deceiving you know :)
There's this picture, it was taken by me the day after I went to participate in the inter-school scrabble competition, I stayed home because I was so sick. I look awful and I don't even look like me -_-
See lar! My face looked like I pumped water in it or something. And my eyes are like bulging out already. Sick, sick, SICK! Luckily I didn't look THAT bad during the competition, or did I? :(
Finally, the last face behind the blog...
Don't remind me of my huge nose please X(
~ Angelina
Sunday, June 10, 2007
The final MyList!
Hey bloggers, please download the latest MyList and post it on your blog so that it is fair to the other bloggers who joined in late. They list us, we list them back! Here's the list of the blogs which participated:
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