tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50901522336242123062011-10-01T23:34:00.905+08:00Angelanoreply@blogger.comBlogger3611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-1544187086593378162011-07-24T23:22:00.001+08:002011-07-24T23:23:21.536+08:00

8 years of blogging and I have started to take a step back out of this world. It has become difficult to talk about every detail of life for the world to see, but does it really matter? I guess the change in behaviour is influenced heavily by the perception of life and how you have spent it. Some people choose to live by telling their stories, and some have decided to move on to other things.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-78040112629981346372011-05-23T18:45:00.001+08:002011-05-23T18:45:06.795+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-35462332626804502052011-04-21T18:05:00.001+08:002011-04-21T18:05:50.415+08:00

When I first heard from my colleague about her resignation, I was really upset. I thought about all the times that would be spent without her, and all the conversations we would no longer have at the office, and I could not help control my tears. It was all too sudden. Maybe a fresh grad like me has failed to notice how long these people have been working for, having barely been

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-42777884483951868082011-04-18T01:28:00.001+08:002011-04-18T01:28:58.072+08:00

Today had been a relatively boring day. I caught limitless yesterday, which I found pretty interesting. The movie talks about this guy (played by Bradley Cooper) who has the ability to access and take control of his entire brain, which is almost impossible for any human being to do so being the fact that we can only utilise as low as 2%. However he is only able to access his whole brain when he

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-28219192679287049792011-04-13T01:10:00.001+08:002011-04-13T01:10:57.080+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-74502240334030446152011-04-04T12:02:00.001+08:002011-04-04T12:02:10.095+08:00

All of a sudden I feel terrible. It feels like I'm stuck in limbo. On a lighter note, I like Suckerpunch. People say it sucks, but I like it. When you watch a movie with a title called Suckerpunch, you don't expect an award-winning story with a fantastic plot. I thought it was entertaining with a great cinematic experience. The special effects were awesome. When the movie ended, we walked

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-31205799979082910642011-03-17T23:55:00.000+08:002011-03-17T23:55:47.749+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-74178786134871902272011-03-13T14:04:00.001+08:002011-03-13T14:04:43.591+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-72888481128855257102011-02-26T22:09:00.000+08:002011-02-26T22:09:20.748+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-58497785126183955502011-02-20T18:34:00.000+08:002011-02-20T18:34:00.282+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-14474277335342463162011-02-13T23:22:00.006+08:002011-02-13T23:29:18.739+08:00

Dreyer's Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream Homecooked Cereal Prawns Sunday Morning self-made breakfast Successful attempt at cream pasta :-P

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-51688049899444487732011-02-07T16:02:00.007+08:002011-02-11T17:10:24.727+08:00

Gotta love this look here. So anyway, Chinese New Year is finally (well, this is not a note of relief) over and here we are back to work! On the second day of CNY, my mom cooked cereal prawns and it was SOOO good. Luke and I helped out with frying the cereal (minion job) but that was okay... we enjoyed our food a lot. Although I am not a fan of celebrating Chinese New Year and used to end up

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-87157702335636696932011-01-28T10:44:00.002+08:002011-01-28T10:45:22.425+08:00

Looks of the moment: Dotted dresses (again), clogs, dark blazer with casuals, suede skirts.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-12817044248537371892011-01-23T20:14:00.000+08:002011-01-23T20:14:08.220+08:00

21, it seemed, were just a number... strangely, I found myself subconsciously looking forward to the day when I turn a year older. I might not have found birthdays a significant event, but I do have to admit that these are the days when you just want to be happy for yourself. By the way, the blueberry cheesecake from Chef Icon bakery is REALLY good! If any of you have a liking for

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-20921602379329236052011-01-22T02:34:00.003+08:002011-01-22T02:57:45.013+08:00

Looks of the moment: Faux leather jacket, polka-dotted frilly dresses, turquoise, khaki/nude maxi dresses.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-63102745982297497562011-01-21T13:02:00.002+08:002011-01-21T13:17:51.737+08:00

Do you know the feeling of eating a strawberry?It looks tempting and juicy at first glance... but it brings you a feeling of uncertainty. You do not know if it tastes sweet or sour. You're afraid that once your teeth rips its flesh apart, sour juice will infiltrate your entire mouth and ruin your taste buds.Therefore, I would love to go to Japan and try out their strawberries in their strawberry

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-75680300749378583882011-01-17T11:03:00.003+08:002011-01-22T02:35:37.306+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-15354106780862203682011-01-14T02:06:00.002+08:002011-01-14T02:09:58.754+08:00

I like the feeling of waking up on a cold, gray morning. I like the feeling of being able to roll to the other side of the bed, squishing my face into the soft bolster. I could wriggle my toes and close my eyes for another hour.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-10252231662691325082011-01-03T22:03:00.004+08:002011-01-03T22:57:38.472+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-23483763930758005302010-12-30T18:26:00.007+08:002010-12-30T19:49:19.830+08:00

Summaries, I love summaries. I was the girl would try to complete her summaries in the fastest time possible back in school, and watch my classmates take their time to finish their work with a gleeful smile on my face. I know I may have mentioned this a dozen times, but my Biology teacher (who disliked me) used to say, "when Angela puts down her pen, I will remove the notes from the projector."

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-37666513123475197202010-12-27T23:25:00.001+08:002010-12-27T23:31:31.565+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-84774880142022122172010-12-26T16:43:00.003+08:002010-12-26T16:56:37.678+08:00

On the night of Christmas Eve, Luke and I rode down to Great World from the Pinnacle on our foldies and followed down the Singapore River. From there we passed by Clarke Quay, where we had to push our bikes across the crowded streets in our casual attire. It was weird since everyone was dressed up ready to party and there we were pushing our bikes.But cycling was fun. We rode along the F1 track

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-5544055835446000672010-12-23T00:48:00.002+08:002010-12-23T01:00:37.335+08:00

She reminds me of Ellen Page, a little.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-42389772456374586282010-12-19T21:26:00.004+08:002010-12-19T21:40:12.838+08:00

This weird spider jumped onto me after I took its photo, and I freaked out loud.This weekend was spent watching Tron (in 3D, which was pretty much awesome), making waffles served with ice cream for breakfast, and buying cheap foldable bikes for us to ride around to food places.It was an impromptu decision to get a bike for new means of transport, but it was really fun to ride to places. My virgin

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-73341262556895565582010-12-17T01:35:00.006+08:002011-01-22T02:36:10.673+08:00

This is the jiao bin which people like to comment about when it's time for a meal."Your mouth like stuff a lot of food, like squirrel like that.""Can you chew??" (followed by the person cutting up my food nicely and serving me in small spoonfuls. "Now eat this, aAAaah~~")"Why do you eat more than you can chew?"Sorry ah, my mouth very small like Wu Chun.Or actually, should I say Daniel Wu? ^_^I

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-62262756375832708152010-12-14T23:40:00.005+08:002010-12-14T23:49:41.692+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-50199613125100203182010-12-13T23:09:00.002+08:002010-12-13T23:11:19.522+08:00

This is tooooo funnnny.Today my mom bought back my favourite Yoghurt and cooked my favourite Potatoes. Today is a great day!

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-54383382787282951182010-12-12T01:25:00.002+08:002010-12-12T01:34:58.272+08:00

Hmph.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-22787206408867300912010-12-09T15:01:00.002+08:002010-12-09T15:03:07.515+08:00

Testing out ze apeshitcool panorama app. Took this picture in a haste so plz ignore the ugly cut-offs and floating pillar.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-43657454073722371902010-12-07T15:40:00.001+08:002010-12-07T15:42:46.059+08:00

Favourite, period.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-46785945652873994572010-11-30T23:28:00.002+08:002010-11-30T23:32:15.557+08:00

J: "You are at the Mosque??? Not MOS burger leh."I'M ON THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS AND I KNOW, EVERYTHING THAT SHINE AIN'T ALWAYS GONNA BE GOLD.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-8831026020133510922010-11-24T12:23:00.002+08:002010-11-24T12:36:55.551+08:00

I wake up every morning to prepare to go to work, and from the very moment my ass lands on the seat at my computer table in the office, I know. I know that my eyes will be glued to the computer screen for hours and hours and I will be forcefully feeding my brain with loads of good shit. Good shit about design, good shit about web, good shit about design and web, good shit about John Mayer's

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-86401219935752318232010-11-07T23:36:00.004+08:002010-11-08T00:38:45.014+08:00

This was not the life that I had imagined it to be, but could I say it was almost what I had wished for it to be?It is 7th November, year 2010. There are only 2 months away before we begin a new year. Once again, life had flashed by before my very own eyes.I had lost myself in transit. I saw fragments of memories coming back to me. I don't remember anything remarkable at the moment - but I

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-79317198177872643532010-11-04T18:22:00.000+08:002010-11-04T18:24:28.730+08:00

Lil' Ange says (6:20 PM): okay u tell me when u leaving so we go off @ same timeJervic says (6:20 PM): okok how text u? lolLil' Ange says (6:20 PM): text lan lolJervic says (6:20 PM): lan? lan is whoLil' Ange says (6:20 PM): lan jiaoJervic says (6:20 PM): HAHAH msn u then

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-2572304831026946662010-11-02T22:36:00.000+08:002010-11-02T22:37:03.704+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-57909722564875803222010-11-02T13:06:00.003+08:002010-11-02T13:15:07.296+08:00

I am essentially at work but at the back of my head, I'm reeling from sadness and spinning in circles down the street.It's as if I've thrown my whole life down the drain this year. Sure I may have the power to change how I would like to live, but that's not what I want. Some people just love being involved with people on a daily basis but I don't. I only enjoy the company of selective people. It

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-83015569447970624492010-10-29T15:32:00.002+08:002010-10-29T15:33:02.244+08:00

I just re-discovered a huge, problematic trait about myself.I practise social abstinence but I'm a whore for social media.I know, this is horrid. Get me a gun.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-50563544469266079722010-10-24T19:16:00.010+08:002010-10-24T20:31:33.353+08:00

The Social Network is perceived to be a stupid movie, but we caught this movie at a nearby theatre last night. Boy do I have to admit that I was kind of intrigued by it. It kind of made me think about what I really want to do for a minute.On another note, I could feel my health deteriorating significantly. The aftermath of running briskly for a bus sends me grasping for air desperately at my seat

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-76023445458307916712010-10-19T21:25:00.001+08:002010-10-19T21:27:57.436+08:00

Scenario 1Great Guy: C'mon, it's time to wake up!Lucky Girl: Noooo... I don't want to wake up...Great Guy: Come on, let me help you get up.Lucky Girl: NA BEI! FUCK OFF!Great Guy: (sighs) Alright, I'll go out and get breakfast for you.Lucky Girl rolls to the other side of the bed and pulls the blanket over her head.Scenario 2Great Guy: Why are you pulling a long face?Lucky Girl with long face: ...

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-68301535147553352022010-10-12T00:47:00.003+08:002010-10-12T00:53:40.738+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-12911386034062532482010-10-08T12:37:00.001+08:002010-10-08T12:38:56.327+08:00

Here.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-84637707992373441962010-10-05T01:20:00.003+08:002010-10-05T01:23:04.071+08:00

I am the world's biggest fool.I only care about myself.The only way to hurt me is to take me by surprise by doing hurtful things to me.I usually feel useless, but today I feel completely useless.I don't know how to treat anyone right.Yup, I'm an amoeba. I deserve to be alone for good.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-50676786810535898652010-10-05T00:09:00.004+08:002010-10-05T01:19:41.236+08:00

You see, one fine day someone was listening to Maroon 5 and he told me that Adam Levine looked like Keanu Reeves.My immediate reaction? NO, HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE KEANU REEVES!I said that he resembled Steve Carell.In an instant, someone flipped over a thousand times. NO HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE STEVE CARELL, he argued. I don't know what Adam Levine will feel if someone told him that in his face, he

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-48599777608691931662010-09-19T15:43:00.001+08:002010-09-19T15:47:48.221+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-63841669332155069752010-09-15T12:13:00.000+08:002010-09-15T12:14:51.109+08:00

Ange Asshole says (12:11 PM): kiu sek lei ah mo sang bin ahgl says (12:11 PM): i bought her album1 very niceAnge Asshole says (12:11 PM): ooh pon sek kai yagl says (12:11 PM): Ange Asshole says: (PM 12:11:09)kiu sek lei ahAnge Asshole says: (PM 12:11:13)mo sang bin ah idk what u talkingAnge Asshole says (12:11 PM): canto logl says (12:11 PM): huhgl says (12:12 PM): cant readAnge Asshole says (12:

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-38334535869060750422010-09-14T14:58:00.000+08:002010-09-15T12:17:12.299+08:00

I'm sorry for the corny captions.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-77983337815737528892010-09-11T14:57:00.000+08:002010-09-11T14:57:57.849+08:00

Well this was what summed up our Friday. I'm pretty sure that by the end of the post you may have an issue with struggling not to bash me up when you see me on the streets.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-21244588690362287502010-09-08T23:35:00.000+08:002010-09-08T23:36:07.094+08:00

I find myself texting myself once in a while on every other day.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-78100549953015659152010-09-06T22:24:00.004+08:002010-09-06T22:28:12.350+08:00

http://13thwitness.tumblr.com

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-14628572144914481192010-09-02T20:59:00.004+08:002010-09-02T21:06:41.706+08:00

I feel really ashamed of myself. There hasn't been a time I got down to doing something for myself, and often I end up illustrating random little things which are left incomplete. So I thought it would be a good time to post some of what I have here, unwanted and left to rust. Well, I'm pretty sure you can imagine the final picture yourself. Use some imagination.The first picture here was

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-25793112793943792672010-09-02T13:13:00.002+08:002010-09-02T13:17:53.736+08:00

As loosely quoted, you can go through life with "OH MY GOD! YES!" even if you've never seen it before. True fact. Have you seen Twilight?OH MY GOD, YES!Alright now, spare me the movie details, let's call it an Oh My God, YES! and move it on.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-71366535400713735472010-08-31T00:27:00.001+08:002010-08-31T00:28:58.428+08:00

A:why you cannot go home first then come work earlybetter whtahahahaX:wat's the diff?Ange Asshole:ermmorning will feel more vibrantthen can hear the birds chirpand see the morning sunshine filter through the window blindsthen you will feel more lively doing your workX:i think i am staying until 5 or 6 amso doesn't makes much differenteven if angel sings i also will feel like smashing them into

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-58276382001253130122010-08-26T00:34:00.004+08:002010-08-26T01:17:39.950+08:00

Where had our life stories gone to?Where did the passion to record the daily events of our lives go to? Here I am, nearly seven years down the road, questioning the wonders of passionate blogging. I was thirteen then. I often formed strings of incoherent sentences that reflected the raw, truthful thoughts swimming around in my head constantly. It was like a disastrous mind which went out of

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-81784097845094566882010-08-17T22:31:00.002+08:002010-08-17T22:41:24.041+08:00

Boys like good girls, girls like bad boys.The boys who like good girls keep their good girls at home and head out for the bad girls.The girls who like bad boys try to keep their bad boys from heading out for the bad girls.And so, we come to a conclusion that the bad girls wait in the outside for the bad boys to head out for them.The good boys, on the other hand, wait at home till all the girls

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-76314445029503324982010-08-15T21:34:00.001+08:002010-08-15T21:34:23.295+08:00

Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner?... Just friends. Sally Albright: I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends. Harry Burns: When did I say that? Sally Albright: On the ride to New York. Harry Burns: No, no, no, I never said that... Yes, that's right, they can't be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can... This is an amendment to the

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-67754578120279903562010-08-09T21:24:00.003+08:002010-08-09T21:27:08.328+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-15420490345978128822010-08-05T11:45:00.007+08:002010-08-09T21:29:21.221+08:00

And ending it off with a picture of my daily life saviour, the King of Programming.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-10593333383231813772010-08-04T12:07:00.002+08:002010-08-05T11:53:25.866+08:00

若不是因為愛著你怎麼會夜深還沒睡意每個念頭都關於你我想你 想你 好想你

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-19092918091856431852010-07-30T22:49:00.001+08:002010-07-30T22:57:45.486+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-34959955155064918832010-07-29T12:11:00.000+08:002010-07-29T12:12:12.228+08:00

Shermin says (11:40 AM): u so drama cannot uncare if u sae "im having fever NIA nobody will care but u dramamamamaAnge Asshole says (11:51 AM): lol so ppl care cos not concerned?? *_*Shermin says (12:10 PM): ya kpo hahaAnge Asshole says (12:11 PM): k then I commit suicide

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-39100767818511212242010-07-28T17:25:00.001+08:002010-07-28T17:25:13.137+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-85497860624580200942010-07-26T18:12:00.003+08:002010-07-26T18:16:03.591+08:00

Denialism, by Michael Specter:In Denialism, New Yorker staff writer Michael Specter reveals that Americans have come to mistrust institutions and especially the institution of science more today than ever before. For centuries, the general view had been that science is neither good nor bad-that it merely supplies information and that new information is always beneficial. Now, science is

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-27192789163779925892010-07-20T15:55:00.003+08:002010-07-20T16:01:19.711+08:00

Ange Asshole says (3:39 PM):http://informationarchitects.jp/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/firefox-2-big.pngminhua says (3:41 PM):why?Ange Asshole says (3:41 PM):funyminhua says (3:41 PM):which part is funnyAnge Asshole says (3:42 PM):its a firefox browser.minhua says (3:42 PM):thenAnge Asshole says (3:42 PM):ok nvmminhua says (3:42 PM):look like itunes?lolAnge Asshole says (3:42 PM):lolminhua says (

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-86106410941009598792010-07-20T14:25:00.001+08:002010-07-20T14:25:25.372+08:00

In the past we used to fight over meaningless little things. Now, all I think about are things like us giggling over our pointless arguments, watching you prepare breakfast for me, massaging my feet when I say they hurt and yet you are the one had a far off worse week that I've had, us entangling our legs over each other while deep asleep, watching WGM and laughing over the silly couple

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-18560885779752990722010-07-11T21:48:00.002+08:002010-07-11T22:08:30.132+08:00

I hate having to wait. We're always enjoying ourselves only to realize that our time is up by the end of the day. This feeling sucks you right out of your soul in your body. All of a sudden, an air of gloom sets in. You find yourself staring at your wall, your computer, your TV, your iphone, your dog, and your reflective, shiny floor. You heave a sigh. A sigh of disappointment.You look at your

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-65280535786887688442010-07-05T16:42:00.004+08:002010-07-06T10:49:47.275+08:00

When I'm in the pissy mood, I don't like people who stick their hands into the can of Pringles that I'm eating from.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-48291376652406025122010-07-02T14:51:00.004+08:002010-07-02T15:47:30.445+08:00

Shermin says (2:39 PM):last time so funAnge Asshole says (2:39 PM):now real life--May 4Angela: Eee I still on my way homeLuke: At tbp?Angela: YahLuke: Quite fast whatAngela: Fast like ur lan jiao I guessLuke: Okays. I'll call you after the show. Don't have to reply. :-)Angela: Sure Christian.Luke: So fast? How was the movie? Why you point middle finger at me?Angela: Go flirt with the green girl

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-47908529195128071082010-06-28T23:47:00.004+08:002010-06-29T00:17:53.004+08:00

I think that Twitter is an amazing social media tool. And as I'm saying this, I know I am starting to sound like a fool who probably invests in an iphone and worships their amazing technology, and spends half of her time on her amazingly sleek iMac which is for your info, amazing for its plug and play.Do you know why I say Twitter is amazing? I have to believe that I'm saying this, because I for

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-13763173721097445912010-06-21T00:08:00.003+08:002010-06-21T00:16:45.618+08:00

An afternoon spent doodling on paper.I miss the good old times.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-81023772330127496652010-06-19T15:26:00.004+08:002010-06-19T15:32:28.813+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-31775107782598055492010-06-14T15:34:00.000+08:002010-06-14T15:35:21.645+08:00

I need a pair of shoes that looks like this:

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-53881646518226743162010-06-13T03:05:00.010+08:002010-06-13T21:08:28.210+08:00

Glee is awesome and I've only watched 2 episodes so far. First episode and finale episode.YEAH!

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-303543016294592602010-06-07T21:17:00.001+08:002010-06-07T21:17:55.393+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-77469760452054032322010-05-30T19:39:00.002+08:002010-05-30T20:05:08.333+08:00

There, the writer's block has been lifted. But how much longer could it stay above ground? I am the weight itself, holding this down. The burden accumulates with passing time. The burden of responsibility grows as we take a step further, into a lifetime of uncertainty. We may have plans, but what come with these plans are the risks that we have to bet on. I hate to take on bets. I love

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-63669219818291700212010-05-15T17:13:00.002+08:002010-05-15T17:33:40.894+08:00

As a child I wonder why I never looked into the camera when taking birthday cake photos.When my cousin was a little ang moh child and me a little slut.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-40008621069356189662010-05-14T14:51:00.004+08:002010-05-14T15:19:02.808+08:00

This morning I read the newspapers about people having their friends whose e-mail accounts were hacked into. These hackers would e-mail their friends, telling them that they have been robbed overseas and require an emergency loan.I have a friend named XXX from my primary school. Apparently she talked to me on MSN today, and I realised that something was not quite right from the start. This

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-25617059669834358632010-05-10T01:28:00.001+08:002010-05-30T19:53:47.630+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-61456360107070641622010-04-22T15:20:00.001+08:002010-04-22T15:20:34.303+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-42647250538713133732010-04-21T10:45:00.002+08:002010-04-21T10:49:47.820+08:00

Once in a while we come across a song that we deeply relate to, and for this, I wanna say I fall in love all over again each time I hear a song like this.Young and full of runningTell me where is that taking meJust a great figure eightOr a tiny infinityLove is really nothingBut a dream that keeps waking meFor all of my tryingWe still end up dyingHow can it beDont say a wordJust come over and

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-23986276614919829012010-04-16T02:11:00.003+08:002010-04-16T02:37:10.251+08:00

I realised that waiting is a pain.It's a pain to wait. I hate having corners in my mind. Okay, who does?Recently I purchased a Beast and I have been abusing it, testing its limits and screwing it up. I hope it does not die on me soon enough. I blew half my money in bank account for it, so it'd better serve me well.Anyway, I like cool people. I wonder if cool people can connect with me on the same

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-72896096935791283912010-04-06T13:16:00.002+08:002010-04-06T13:25:51.324+08:00

Amidst the silent chaos and panic, life has been taking a huge toll on us, unbeknownst to the many familiar faces.A lot of things have happened this month. It seemed like my whole life story depended on it.The aftermath of each ended process was mostly bad, gruelling and most importantly nerve-breaking. I probably saw them coming but I was not ready to brace the impact.However, I am truly

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-19226973167728657352010-03-30T21:19:00.001+08:002010-03-30T21:19:16.606+08:00

It's hard to believe that gradshow is done and I am finally out of school.Here comes the tough part now: Life.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-90888471886370284742010-03-24T00:33:00.000+08:002010-03-24T00:34:27.506+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-40564792513249467892010-03-15T05:17:00.002+08:002010-03-15T05:37:14.825+08:00

I do not believe in taking personality tests to find out who you 'truly' are. However I find that along the process, the limited choices that you are made to choose impels you to re-evaluate yourself, to make decisions that you are not required to do on a daily life basis. And this allows you to come to terms with the way you handle things, and in turn you would realise that you hope you were

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-533859472490833922010-03-08T02:37:00.005+08:002010-03-08T02:51:41.089+08:00

After days of hell in school, all the oil accumulated from Kentucky Fried Chicken, Roasted Chicken Rice, Zinger Burger, Fish Burger, Fries, Pizzas and whatnot has finally surfaced to the skin, ready to implode.DanG, do you know how shitty that feels? I'm experiencing the worst outbreaK ever and all I wanna do is to stay at HOME.And here I am camping over at my brother's place with all that

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-81655949091537571062010-03-03T02:38:00.003+08:002010-03-03T02:46:42.477+08:00

I'm still waiting for the perfect moment.My mental capacity is only enough to hold this much.I don't know what has been going on in your head but if this is the only way I can express how I really feel, words will not suffice to make one tingle with emotion. My mind feels cold, like it has plunged down the icy ocean. It is barely enough to keep me alive.Is there any other way for one to show

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-22193099165457858922010-02-20T00:54:00.003+08:002010-02-20T01:33:11.965+08:00

The week passed like a dream.Classroom has officially transformed into a pig sty. The moment one steps into the room, he will as though coated in a layer of honey. You can feel the taste at the back of your tongue. It is the exact same feeling you had when you chewed on your fatty hamburger on a humid, hot day with your sweltering face. The facial oil literally melts into the meat.I stare at the

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-64860164599461146802010-02-16T23:34:00.002+08:002010-02-16T23:42:19.597+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-29120510715943044422010-02-08T18:04:00.002+08:002010-02-08T18:06:46.653+08:00

Everything he says usually makes a lot of sense in a way that you thought you wouldn't understand but eventually come to realise it.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-54418986080036220802010-02-04T22:21:00.002+08:002010-02-04T22:24:18.204+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-6702921567178731622010-01-31T22:35:00.004+08:002010-01-31T22:40:52.423+08:00

"It's my failure to sound like my heroes that makes me sound like myself."You know it when douche-faced jerks say it all, they get away with sounding like geniuses. Did I just say that I have turned 20? Ok, I know I have repeated this umpteeth times. Strawberry cheesecake.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-45568962589777769712010-01-26T17:20:00.001+08:002010-01-26T17:22:10.794+08:00

While clearing my files I came across this fucking hilarious piece of shit. I think you can spot every possible bad design in there. Done two years ago.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-65539582535180588912010-01-25T23:31:00.001+08:002010-01-25T23:33:36.201+08:00

Dear faggots, I have a dirty little secret to confess. In the next few seconds you will realise why, because I find myself becoming mentally unstable when I HAVE PROBLEM PHRASING SENTENCES. Screw me. I have difficulty breathing when I cannot seem to compose seamlessly. It ain't a joke. And this is why I am blogging for the nth time in recent history. You know this thing about presentation skills

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-68311034541746836502010-01-25T12:30:00.006+08:002010-01-25T22:45:29.398+08:00

My nose is crooked. Somehow I kinda forgot the fact that 2010 would be an extremely different year for me, because I'll be graduating before mid-year arrives. The thought of it puts me in a mid-life crisis. Not that I had any new year resolution in the first place, because I've been taking life as it goes since last Wednesday. Before I move on to my mid-life crisis, I have to first solve my

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-78840519653434389882010-01-22T14:04:00.000+08:002010-01-22T14:04:18.297+08:00

At times I really hate how frank I am because it doesn't make me a better person. Many a time I have struggled to keep my honesty to myself because I have a fear of being misunderstood. As I say this I understand that you must be thinking that I'm just superficial, badass and superficial and badass. Well, the truth is, I hate having to act like one. To those whom I come across as shy, I can

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-23225447543784943352010-01-21T23:34:00.000+08:002010-01-21T23:34:05.748+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-53466479722109442582010-01-20T21:46:00.003+08:002010-01-22T13:35:12.736+08:00

Hustle and bustle of the bumble bee's life aside I have to announce a very important announcement. I seriously hope John Mayer isn't dating Taylor Swift. AND WHY AM I BLOGGING ABOUT THIS???!!! (Anyway, he would have done so much better with Jennifer Aniston. I talk like I know it.) As the month of January comes close to an end, I am starting to feel the heat in my chest. This feeling of

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-76715951732410550272010-01-17T01:02:00.003+08:002010-01-22T13:46:36.966+08:00

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-32207258833274351472010-01-02T19:12:00.006+08:002010-01-22T13:46:15.843+08:00

Talk about 2010, I am almost nowhere near my super ambitious goals.  Since young I have aspired to be able to work with the things I love when I grow up. I wanted to be a teacher, but I think that many would not agree to this idea because I am a heartless person who sticks pineapples up peoples' asses. As of late, I am having a very difficult time in deciding whether I should get an iMac or PC.

Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090152233624212306.post-84545279354550003912009-12-29T00:36:00.002+08:002009-12-29T00:36:45.718+08:00

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