God's Contradiction

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

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

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

"Ye fools and blind..."(Matt 23.17)”

I had a good laugh.

Schooling - Local & Overseas

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

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

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

If only...

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

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

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

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

3. I would miss my chickens.

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

5. You might not be reading this now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ Angelina

Of Killer Bad Moods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Totally speechless.


Don't you just love to hate PMS.

~ Angelina