Facts about me

Heys,

Disclaimer: I know this has been WAY overdone and the trend for it is WAY over. But I have been tagged on Instagram and I didn't think Instagram had the space for my rantings. I didn't want to do this but heck why not, I get to know myself better and make space for me to improve myself.

Alright. Usually people start off with a picture, but I'm camera shy.

1. I am camera shy.
Well, it isn't because I am a hideous snake headed person with bulbous eyes that burns up cameras. In fact, I am pretty cute. However I am just NOT photogenic. Pictures of me all look like I'm in pain or that the sun is too bright or that the cameraman killed my parents. PLUS, pictures eventually end up on social media or somebody else's hands, and for whatever reason, I am just not comfortable with strangers looking at my photos, it's like meeting someone without knowing you met them. Which is just creepy.

2. Speaking of which, my parents aren't the closest people on earth with me. 
This is bad, but my parents weren't around much when I was growing up. Thus I have never confided in them at all. Actually this leads to 3. Added up with the fact that they are true blue Asian Chinese parents that lives up to the stereotype and are crazy strict with us, so yeah, it's pretty impossible for me to even be myself around them.

3. I am a pretty closed and shy person.
However, once you really get to know me, which may take months, I will be a ball of sunshine and lameness. Judge me however you want.

4. I enjoy being home alone.
Okay this is a weird fact. I love my house, but without my parents or brother at home. Why? Because when I am home alone, I can literally walk naked wherever I want (not that I do, not all the time anyways) , roll and blaze whenever and wherever, hog the armchair ( which is the best and most comfy place on earth ) where I watch Sherlock or South Park or whatever that I'm watching at the time, or read books for 9 hours straight without people yelling at me to rest my eyes or eat, cuddle with my dog without distractions that causes it to jump about. So yeah, I really enjoy my time at home.

5.  I have crazy sensitive skin and eczema.
Which sucks. I can never have a facial.

6. I don't really enjoy studying.
Math and Science. Not really my forte, even though I am studying engineering. Its just a means for me to be taken seriously and be able to rule the world in the future. MUAHAHA. But seriously I would prefer reading and writing. Actually, I think its because my math and physics lecturers really suck cause I used to love math and physics, they give me such a rush, especially when you manage to solve some crazy difficult question, you literally feel like a god.

7. I hate cooking.
Its like the norm for girls to be able to cook. And yea I see plenty of Instagram photos depicting Fancy Feasts cooked by my friends. But I don't know what happened, maybe I lack a genome or something, I really don't like to cook. Again, not that I am bad at it, my relatives absolutely crave the cheesecakes that I make. But, somehow I think its too much work for too little reward. 3 hours of laboring at the kitchen preparing and cooking just for half an hour of satisfaction. NOT WORTH IT.

I can't think of anything else. Plus, I just microwaved my lunch. So. Guess I'm gonna watch Sherlock instead. Oh yeah.

8. I get sidetracked REALLY EASILY.
Which is really bad. I think I may have ADD.

Toodles

Fairness

My post titles are all so one-worded and deep my entire blog looks like a season of Wilfred

Which in any case you guys do not know, its a TV series featuring Elijah Wood, which although he doesn't look THAT good as a hobbit, he has the most PRISTINE eyes on earth. Could swim in those things man.

 

ANYWAYS, I am studying for a certain public speaking test tomorrow and not surprisingly got distracted and went and blog-hopped.

And, well, I really think some people do not deserve what they have.

Isn't it unfair that people who are rich and pretty have everything they have on earth except a decent personality and ethics?

Rich and pretty people seem to just cruise through life without needing a single brain cell, just really good photo editing skills to fool the mass crowd.

And although it may sound like extreme sour grapes here, trust me in the fact that I do not want any part of fame see. And anything I say from now on is gonna sound like I'm defending myself, but hey, I study engineering people, I voluntarily slave myself over maths and physics equations everyday and I read thick volumes of thesis and mystery science fiction that no sane rich nor pretty people would go near. AND I FUCKING ENJOY IT.

Why am I justifying myself.

So, what I am saying here is, there are many more talented, intelligent, and creative human beings in this world that lack the facilities to make it big. And that's a pity. 

Study time. Toods :)

Paper Towns

Well it has been a while since I read a book. So I'm currently reading Paper Towns by John Green, which I know is such a mainstream book but since it is already mainstreamed and I haven't even read it yet makes me feel like I'm too uncool.

It's like totally incredible one can have like 2 different personalities and hide one so well. I want to be like that, so mysterious and all. It's like a secret you hide from the rest of the world. So cool.

But well, I haven't finish the book yet so there may be a major plot twist that Margo's bipolar or something. Quentin sounds cool tho. Would rather live a nerd like him that be some cool cheerleader or popular kid.

Anyways University Applications are a pain in the neck. SO MANY DOCUMENTS.

Short post today. I've got a book to finish and essays to write.

Third person

She is sad. Writing in a third person makes her feel less vulnerable to the world, and that she copied how to write from a third person's point of view makes her feel shitty. Like, won't I have any original thoughts? Or do I always have to take other people's ideas and plagiarize. It makes her feel dumb and unintelligent.

Alright. Had the best dinner. It was mostly the good food and the nice environment. But somehow, in her heart, she knows that this is probably one of the last rare times that she will sit with her dad alone, eating a nice dinner just both of them.

Her dad isn't a nice person. She knew it. She knows she has to get away from him, or over time she will become her dad's mirror image, forever imprinted with the meanness that is inherited from generation to generation. Her aunts were all mean, her grandparents were probably mean if she had the chance to know them.

Yet, he is her dad. He is the one that pays for bills and work hard to put food on the table. He is the one that sacrifices his time to make his family's life better. He had a hard and bitter life. He had every excuse to be mean. He knows he is mean, but yet he doesn't make moves to change his personality. He gets angry everyday at tiny issues, he is selfish, he is egoistic and demanding as well as impatient as a child on Christmas Eve.

It is difficult to be in this position. She feels bad, yet she knows she has to leave. She loves her dad. And now she is crying her eyes out as she acknowledges that fact.

They talked about the food. How good it was. They talked about old times. However, she is careful of what she says. It is easy to make him angry. He was like an active volcano, ready to erupt in anger any moment. It makes her sad.

The food was good though. The bill was very expensive. The waiter bid them a good journey and they left. Goodbye. I am leaving my childhood behind now.

Now I think I know 
What you tried to say to me 
How you suffered for your sanity 
How you tried to set them free 
They did not listen they're not listening still 
Perhaps they never will 

Fall semester

Well the new semester has started and you can't blame me for not writing here often since I really have classes to attend, buttload of universities to choose to spend my next few years in, and multiple menial and pointless problems to worry about. Life is busy.

Plus, I don't have much of a life anyways. Most of the time after college, I'll just go home and blaze up and spend the rest of the day watching movies and cat videos, or even people sitting on toilets, laughing till my stomach hurts. And if I already have dirty hair, I'll throw in a workout after that. So, my life is obviously pretty boring.

Well, toodles for now. I have stalkers to avoid and differential equations to worry about.

Been feeling so damn lazy recently. It's horrible being a girl honestly. Periods, mood swings, pain everywhere, its like God was hurt really bad by his ex and hate females with a burning vengeance.

So I'm still on holiday at least. Been lazing around at home watching back to back pretty little liars episodes. I noticed my standard of English deteriorated so fervently that I can't even string proper sentences without the help of Google and auto-correct. Technology is a Godsend. Going to sit for TOEFL in a few weeks hopefully and with my current standard I don't think I will get a good score see. Thus, the increase in my writing frequency here.

Since nobody ever reads this blog its like I could type whatever shit I wanted to. I could talk about my farts even. Which, I think its a girl thing, girl farts are all usually crazy silent, like, if we were in a quiet room, you'll be able to hear a pin drop before hearing me fart. Though, apparently, girl farts are usually way smellier, which well, make sense. Silent killers.

I've been reading around Beauty blogs in Malaysia and OMG I kid you not the standard of English in my country is way low. Or maybe its due to the fact that beauty bloggers are prettier than the average person, therefore have less brain cells and are bimbos. Or maybe they use too much beauty products such as hair dye and the dye actually seeps into their brains via diffusion and thus, damaging their brain and lowering the standard of English. Or you know, pretty people usually get their way anyways and they don't need to use their brains much thus it shrank and became a lump of tofu. Just a theory.

Just Google some beauty products and add in Malaysia at the end of your search query and be amazed.

I'm still watching Pretty Little Liars. Four more days to the end of my holidays. Don't think I have enough time to finish Season 3 and 4.

Jimmy Fallon is pretty funny, I don't know why people hate him so. OKAY, maybe he's not that funny, but he's really sporting and not that bad as a host. I've seen worst hosts. Hey, he doesn't mind getting drunk, wet, and generally do embarrassing stuff on national television. I don't see many people ego less enough to do that honestly.

And I'm rambling.

I'm so bored. But somehow the idea of term starting next week makes me really depressed. Like, I rather be sad and bored and over think alone at home for 2 months rather than go meet people in college and go to lectures and make small talk. I have severe social anxiety I guess.

I have a really sad sad life see.

The Bucket List

Found this article somewhere and I'm copying it to paste here.

Last year a man’s life came to an end.

As the man was lifted to the heavens, St. Peter met him at the pearly white gates and said, “You’ve been a good, honest man… so you’ve made the cut for Heaven.  And just so you know, Heaven is freaking sweet.  There’s everything you could hope for… all the food you want without gaining any weight, all the games you want to play and adventures you want to go on and awesome people to hang out with all day long.

There’s only one rule…”St Peter then points behind him to a shiny, red door with gold trim and says, “You must NOT go through that door… regardless of what the circumstances are.  NEVER go in there.  Okay?”

The man says, ‘Okay.’ And makes his way through the gates into heaven.

For the first month he’s having a blast… eating great food and hanging out with amazing people.  But after a few weeks… he gets curious.  “What could possibly be behind that door he wonders?”

Then one day… he found the door open.

He looked over his shoulders and no one was looking.. so he crept in.

When he gets inside he sees this MASSIVE warehouse of boxes that are stacked to the ceiling like a Costco building.  There are endless rows and rows and rows of them.   And as he’s walking down the rows, he noticed each box has a name attached to it.

His pace speeds up as he starts searching for where his own box is.  After 45 minutes of searching, he finds his box on the third shelf.  He reaches up to grab it and brings it down to the ground with him.

The man is standing over the box on the floor in front of him with anticipation… “What could possibly be in here!?!” he wonders.

All of the sudden, he feels a tap on his left shoulder…

It’s St. Peter.

St. Peter asks “What do you think you’re doing?  I asked you NOT to go in here.”

The man apologizes and says, “I’m so sorry… the door was open and I just couldn’t help myself.  And then I found my box and got so curious as to what it could be… would you mind telling me what’s in here?”

St. Peter quietly tells him, “What’s in that box is every experience you COULD have had on earth if you were only bold enough to ask for it.  Every relationship you could have built.  Every adventure you could have went on.  Every country you could have traveled to.  Every moment that you could have spent doing what you love.”

Therefore. I'm going to open that box alright. Hoping its going to be as tiny as possible. If possible, I'm gonna make it empty. Hence, My Bucket List.

1. Float around in space
2. Bungee Jumping
3. Sky Diving
4. Be an extra in a Hollywood movie
5. Rave at Tomorrowland (preferably Belgium)
6. Backpack around Europe

• Drink beer in Dublin, Ireland on St. Patrick Day
• Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany
• Walk at the top of the Eiffel Tower, Paris
• Parthenon, Greece
• Light a Joint, Red Light District, Amsterdam
• Attend a Manchester United football match in Great Britain
• Pompeii, Vienna, Italy

7. Hang glide over Rio de Janeiro, Brasil (like in Rio)
8. Climb a mountain

9. Dance in Rio Carnival Parade, Brasil

10. Go on a cruise ship from one country to another

11. Start a Successful Blog 

12. Become proficient in Adobe Photoshop and become a photographer (for real)

13. Write and record a song

14. Drive a Ferrari on an autobahn

15. Own a Volkswagen Beetle

16. Learn how to play guitar good enough to perform a gig

17. Learn how to dance good enough to dance on stage 

18. Fly a helicopter, an airplane, a Fighter Jet

19. Run a full marathon of 26 miles

20. Road trip from LA to NYC, visit NYC ( Empire State Building, 5th Avenue, Time Square, Broadway, NYC subway, Wall Street, Central Park, Statue of Liberty )

21. Viva Las Vegas

22. Learn a Foreign Language

23. Surf on the Gold Coast, Australia

24. Go to Church

25. Get a kick ass tattoo or piercing

26. Skiing 

27. Watch snow fall, build a snowman

28. Fight for a cause that I support, go to a rally/ parade/ mob

29. Learn how to fire a gun

30. Swim with dolphins
31. Go to DisneyWorld
32. Have children, kids
33. Camp out outside a shop waiting for a sale, iphone to release, whatever.