Miss Angelina
i'm 17 this year, a Roman Catholic, a pianist, musician & composer , loves my family, the beach, gymming, reading, my online business An Angelina,
out-of-this-world laughters,
seeing the people around me happy, sunshine, carousels, design.
I'm not your average woman
I can be contacted at sunkissed--@hotmail.com.

To reader :
This blog is actually my personal space, my place to piece my thoughts. Any critiques and other a,kfuhkajhksbv is purely coincidental or written with absolutely no intention in hurting anyone or anything. I do not want to restrict myself to write only 'nice looking' stuff that pleases everyone. No, I'm not a hypocrite. However, do not use this blog to judge me. I write this with my heart, and not my mind. But it is my heart, mind and soul that makes who I am, thus. With this, grab a cup of iced milk tea, and enjoy the little precious moments of my life. After all, this blog is An Angelina, and it's just me.

An Angelina
Four Nurture '06
Hwee Geok

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    shikin
    Thursday, October 12, 2006


    Hey sunshine (:

    So all of us are back on the treadmill, or so I hope. In this frantic, panicky race for achievements and performance excellence, can one actually find happiness and the innocent bliss the creme de la creme always mentions amidst all these?

    Prelims are indeed over, raw results have been churned. Results are satisfactory, and I hope I can enter vjc science stream and make my dream a reality. Have I mentioned this before? I'm the most desperate wanna-enter-vjc-science-stream-student there ever was. I devote approximately 20 mins everyday ( scattered seconds ) calculating the possibilities that my face might make an appearance on vjc's '08 yearbook. Talk about obssession, this is worse than my bak chor mee or round market's chai tao kuay obssesion in any case. I'm not afraid of letting people know of my dream because I know that even if I don't make it there in the end, I stood up for what I believed and hoped in and gave my best shot.

    In lingua pura, what do you call this? A brain tumour that resulted in prolonged migraines that was further compounded by the haze problem. I'm lost in a train of thoughts that would also be regarded as 'incoherent' in expository contexts.

    Gone are the intellectual discursive flow and structure that made sense. In fact, all I'm hoping is that allowing my thoughts piece together by the stark arrangement of 26 unique symbols will relieve the tension up there.

    I believe you don't know this. I'm extreemly attracted to intellectual beings with a kind heart and a heart laughter. (: If you're someone who fits the description, try walking around tampines, maybe there'd be a possibility that we may bump into each other someday, haha.

    In any case, I'd be heading up to get more work done.
    As someone close to me stated: " If you want to be happy, be~ "

    Sweet dreams cupcake.


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