Yours Truly

My photo
is behind you.
I am a confused, dangerous little girl. And I bite. Fear me.

Monday, November 4, 2013

My biggest aspiration in which nothing more could make me happy.

When I finally am able to get my hands on raw nail polish materials to mix up my own, and lest I forget these ideas, these will be some of the polish-based collections I will make.

  1. Mr Men and Little Miss Series
  2. Mythical Birds
  3. Starter Pokemon
  4. Cluedo Characters
  5. Bubble Milk Teas
  6. Faeries
  7. Disney Heroines
  8. Sweets
  9. Weathers
  10. The Four Seasons
  11. The Different Times of Day
  12. Birds' Eggs
  13. Instruments
  14. Elements
  15. Zodiacs
  16. Birthstones
  17. Internet Browsers
  18. And of course, fandoms.
It will happen. One day.


Sunday, September 22, 2013

In regards with the plagiarism fraud,

I have decided to hide the original post, (just hide it, not delete, so if you're curious and i know you and you're a nice person, i might show it to you) because as of today at this current time (pretty much within 24 hours, really), it has garnered over 500 views on blogger and 100 likes via the facebook widget. I believe this is enough publicity to at least have taught the girl in question a lesson.

From the start, I had no intention in leaving that post up forever, because I didn't think that would have been very nice to do in case future employers stumble upon it, forever dashing her chances at success, because she still has so much potential in her life. It would however, have been nicer if she had made a public apology, or at least acknowledged it in some way, instead of deleting all evidence and shying away by blocking me (which I still find amazingly hilarious and amusing, so thank you for that much entertainment in my otherwise dull and meaningless life) and then trying to get me to take it down by going through my best friend just because she's more forgiving and generally a better person than I am. (Really? Hiding behind the person whose artwork you stole? Pure gold. You know what, you're funny. I like you.)

If she had made a public apology, or anything really, maybe even writing a credit after her poem to say the illustration was drawn by its original artist, I would have quite happily deleted the post instantly, before it had even reached 50 likes or views.

But alas! Some things are not meant to be.

I do however hope that she has somehow, somewhere deep down inside her soul, learnt that plagiarising artwork hurts others (and not just herself), and that while you may not like me anymore...

I still like myself.

So... 







Hahah. Right. Okay, I'll stop with the sarcasm.

To the girl, I really do hope you'll change, and I do wish you all the best in your future endeavours.

And I honestly mean it.


I wash my hands clean off this matter.



Thank you, and good night.



Signing out (for another year or so),
Christine Ling

Sunday, November 25, 2012

‘Florence Nightingale’ on theaudience

supporting a friend! share.

‘Florence Nightingale’ on theaudience

Thursday, May 10, 2012

hello.

hi there. it's been a long time since i've been here.

not much has changed with me. i've gotten used to school here (i don't get lost at all now!), and i really appreciate its education system here. it's fantastically brilliant. i sometimes wonder what it'd be like if i grew up here from the start. then i realise i probably wouldn't have accomplished as much as i did back home, or make the same kind of friends as i did back home. the opportunities for so many other things exist here, and there are so much resources, and i sometimes find myself feeling sad and regretful that school back home wasn't like this. but honestly, growing up with those friends were the best part of my life, and st teresa was what made me what i am today. i had an amazing time, and we made the best out of it. and though i have made some new friends here (i can actually call them friends now! not just acquaintances! lol.)......

i miss you guys so, so much.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Growing Old; Letting Go

When I think about school now, I get this bittersweet kind of feeling. It's not yet too long a time for me to be feeling nostalgic and missing for the days with my friends-that-are-awesomer-than-yours-teehee but I don't know.

I keep wondering about what's happening in school, how's this junior, how's that teacher, how's this club doing, so forth. It sounds like what most school-leavers would think about but I somehow feel like mine are more...self-centered. I feel like it's just because I want to know, because I used to be able to know about it so fast and it made me feel...secured. Like at least I knew something. I don't really much care for gossip about other people, especially people I don't know, but when it was about my surroundings and especially my school environment with all my involvement in it...it was a nice feeling to know about it.

With no school starting here, in this entirely new environment until a week more, I feel like I'm wasting away, literally not doing much of anything. I don't know what to do with myself. It's like an in-between and I can't go anywhere yet.

I want to be back home, visiting school, helping out, chillin' about...in the staff room....and not in class...shh.

At least it felt like I was doing something productive.

I don't know whether it could be said I'm just longing for my past so-called "Glory Days" back in school, but--

I don't know if I'd be able to accomplish as much as I did back home. Which wasn't much to start with. Especially academically HAHAHHA.

--but I guess, in a way, I do.



This blog has become an emo blog. Yay me!



That aside, random picture of my favourite classy/pro/neutral nails to wear as to date!


More yays!

Friday, January 27, 2012

Thought of the Day #28

i wish my family wasn't so suspectible to cancer. then maybe i'd be able to worry less when painting nails. or purchasing those beautifully coloured bottles of...colour.

Friday, January 6, 2012

I went onto google and typed in "totoro plushie"...




WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.


Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Thought of the Day #27

listening to stories of my dad's past makes me cry sometimes.

i'm so glad he remembers what it's like being a child and the promises he made to himself when he was young.

"when i grow up, i want to be rich enough to be able to afford a bowl of kolo mee every day."

because he couldn't afford that 20 cents bowl when he was young.


well, my dad has fulfilled that promise, so he's satisfied.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Upon the lit late night blue sky,
Lay a queen cutting into her chocolate pie;
Dining astern in a wrecked ghostly ship,
Humming herself quietly the company she'd keep.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Thought of the Day #26

When did we decide that white skin was more beautiful? Or that tanned skin, brown skin, dark skin or pale skin was more beautiful or not? All skins are beautiful.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Thought of the Day #25

Isn't it funny how some people are so different in real life to what they are on the internet?

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Thought of the Day #24

Death is not a sad thing.

Death is only sad for those who are left behind.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Thought of the Day #23

i want to run away from spm.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Thought of the Day #22


I WANT TO WRITE!!! but i don't know what to write about ):


Studio Ghibli movies inspire me :)


Sunday, July 17, 2011

Dislike Buttons

I can't see how shallow some people are, demanding for a dislike button on facebook.

Do they not truly realise how many people use facebook? How many of them who are less confident, more insecure and certainly more suicidal than the average human being? And how many more mean people exist on the same social networking website?

Imagine if facebook did have a Dislike button. And most of the people on someone's friends list did not like him/her and disliked nearly everything s/he did on facebook. Even the most confident of people would suffer a major drop in self-esteem.

It's not a nice feeling to know you're disliked.

A lot more people will become suicidal.

It's not a nice feeling to know you've helped someone kill oneself either.

The number of cons greatly outweigh the pros of having a dislike button which can be used on pages such as "WAR".

Don't let Facebook become a cyberbully website so easily.

Stay off the dislike button.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Tree

sometime last year, near the end of school, Ms Susie walked into class and told us to think of a single word. Any word. After we had done so, she forced us to make it into a poem to be passed up the next day, a friday. I didn't make it xD so I negotiated for a monday. and she told me, "For that, your poem must be excellent. You must make it excellent. Heh heh this should teach you not to negotiate with me. >D"

i ended up writing it at 1am on monday. cough.

hope i met your...expectations xD;






TREE

There used to be a little girl,
Of age no more than nine.
She used to love her little tree,
With its branches and leaves just fine.

She'd climb its branches day by day,
And sing it mindless lullabies.
So when the wind doth blow
and rage and roar, the tree just sways and sighs.

She'd sit in its shade rain or shine,
Laughing at birds flying by;
Wishing she could climb her tree,
And take off to the sky, just as free.

But alas, for came a time,
Where she was too sick to even eat;
And so was taken to the hospital,
Where every second was measured by the clock's tick.

The tree, without her voice,
Started to wither, fade and die.
Till she came back one day, half-bald--
Saw her tree, and started to cry.

Her body as frail as her tree's smallest twig,
Her face as gaunt as her tree's withered branch,
Still she sat under its shade with her voice of magic
Singing, singing, till it filled the air, the ground and all around.

Her voice was like the sound of morn,
The triumphant call of victory.
It was like the first breath after a coma,
And the happy ending of a story.

It filled everything with hope,
And the tree started to grow.
But as the tree strengthened, her body weakened,
And around her settled a heavy sorrow.

And so came the day,
When a white van took her away.
The wind blew and raged and roared,
But the tree could only sigh and sway.

But she had given her voice to the tree,
Her magic voice, so full of hope.
And as she uttered her very last word,
She imagined herself, free as a bird.

Now as the wind doth blow,
And the leaves of the tree rustle and fall,
You might hear the sound of morn;
Or perhaps, the triumph of a victory call.




© Christine Ling, 2010.

reminder: must. stop. procrastinating. ...EVERYTHING.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Thought of the Day #21

why my chin so sharp!!! D:

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Honestly,

I'm a not a fighter. I'm a coward. I give up a lot and I never try my best. I think the last time (and maybe the only time) I tried my best was when I was writing essays in Brother Albinus' English class. In 2009. Two years ago. Ever since then? hahahah lol.

I don't know why I never push myself. I don't know why when anyone else tries, I just nod but do nothing. Am I stubborn? I've never really thought of myself as stubborn, just more of a "yes, I hear you and I agree whole-heartedly, but I shall do that later teehee" kind of person. Is that being too complacent? I'm very laid-back.. And I procrastinate everything from waking up to going to sleep. But yeah, I'm starting to think yes, I'm stubborn and rebellious. ...in a quiet way.

Because whenever someone pushes me, I resist. ): I don't dare be pushed forward. The harder you push, the harder I dig my heels into the ground. And I do it unconsciously. It's so stupid. I can give great advice, I can see what's clearly wrong with me, I know what I should do...but I can't. And saying, "No, I can! Because nothing is impossible." hasn't changed me yet.

So I'm really scared. I don't think I can make it out there. I don't think it's fully hit me yet that, "Hey, Chris. You're 17. You're actually your seniors' age when you were form 1 and thought they were so grown-up and confident and ready for life and success. You're leaving this town soon. Your friends, your family, your shelter, comfort, childhood, your everything. You're growing up."

No. I look at myself in a mirror and still see a fifteen-year-old, at the very most. I don't know how the form 1s see me, but I'm pretty sure I don't carry that aura my senior form 5s of 2007 had. I cannot, I just can't.

And telling me things like, "No, Chris. I believe in you. I KNOW you can do it. I can just see it." makes me feel even worse. Because I can't see it and I can't even begin to imagine it. How can you see it, when I'm not even working for it? And when I don't understand myself how it...or anything else, really, could happen, I reject it completely.

Also what scares me the most is knowing I have a very high chance of getting cancer and dying because I'm not a fighter. I don't have the strength or will to persevere and force myself out of bed or to overcome such a disease. And me saying this already reduces the chance of surviving even more. I'm not like my dad, who never gives up and fights against cruel fate, who forced himself up every day during chemo when weak and shaking to exercise and sweat the toxins out to get healthy again, who told me, "I won't let myself die until I see you graduate."

I'm now even scared of having a family or getting into anything because if I do die, I'll cause so much trouble, pain, heartache and regrets among them. What more if I leave when my kids are barely toddlers (if I do get kids). I want to be able to fight to live for my kids, but..I don't think I can. Unless I change.

But I don't know how.