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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  • Credits
    shikin
    Wednesday, February 28, 2007


    The beautiful chalk drawing on the pavement by an artist in Australia. (:
    I miss ballet; really do.

    Cousins and our beloved Grandma at our annual family overseas trip (:

    Haha, our hamster faces just after waking up in our chartered 5 stars bus to Malaysia. (:

    Amidst the dark clouds, you'd always find sunshine.

    I'd hold on to you this tight too, and never let go (:

    The best drink ever, available only in Australia. (: darn.
    haha, yeah right.
    At Philip Island, (: I promise this sign is true, penguins are walking everywhere! (:
    (: My fat fat fat swollen right foot & ankle.
    (: No joke, the size of the cup of orange juice is the same as a normal hash brown packet. And no, it's not a happy meal.
    Sorry, just random pictures because I realised a blog without pictures is really boring! (: I just realised some of my other friends read my blog - chun han, HI!! :D It brings me great joy that people actually take time off to read my ridiculously-me blog ( except you can't hear my motor-engine laughter that goes hur-hur-hur-hur-hur-hur-hur-hur-hur-hur-hur, that practically puts the "a" in angelina.
    So the stress officially ended today with my physics test, which was pretty managable, and 2.3% retarded. But I had the liberty of enjoying the chilly rain-breeze (messing my hair), which was love, even more than milk and honey.
    So, I wanted to change my blog add to milkandhoney.blogspot.com, apparently someone who's gone extinct is hogging the beautiful blog add, and so I thought of using honeyandmilk.blogspot.com, and some OTHER extinct person's hogging the blog add too. PEOPLE, GIVE ME THE BLOG ADD FOR MILK+HONEY=<3
    I'm having so much fun in campus, (: though I agree with Yu Bing who stated in her blog that our cg is definitely, absolutely, completly, exhaustively, wholly not conducive for studying. (: Just take a peek at our economics tutorials. But instead of trying to change class to avoid being in the same situation, why not try to encourage the class to be more serious during lessons? (: Though it's a tough feat, nothing's impossible, for even mr impossible says "im possible"


















































    Why do I feel a compelling need to just change the way I look, the way I feel, just to have your attention? Am I, the way I am now, not good enough? Or do I have to change, just to spare a few minutes of your day, just to see you smile at my direction, for you to say my name, for you to show that you actually know of my existence? Every minute of the day, you invade my thoughts, you crease my memory, you inflict the smallest tear in me, and you make me lose consciousness of my surroundings. Maybe that day shouldn't have came, maybe it was best I never known you to begin with. This bittersweet pain's only consolation my second heaven in your sight. 8 months more, all I have in this world. Won't you take a second look at me?
    Or can't you see that you're tearing me apart?
    Or do I have to walk away, silently.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzG7WZyhE-A&mode=related&search=
    (Zhuan shu tian shi - Tank)

    Have a lovely week ahead, sunshine. (:




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