Apr 14, 2010

All the Shades of Grey

This is my last post here, because I know people would more or less not give a damn what I write here. But I'd like to go out with a bang, albeit a grey-coloured one.
What I mean by that is I'm wondering why I always have to see the world in black-and-white, not in colours. And I don't mean black-and-white as in good guys versus bad guys or I'm-a-freakin-saint morals versus burn-in-hell sins, I mean black-and-white as in happy versus sad. As in there are some days when I'm at least content and sometimes even happy for a fleeting moment and I'm smart and can sing and don't look half bad, and then there are some days when it's so bad you could say my voice is naturally sharp and I'd tell myself I can't do anything right and I'm so, so ugly and so, so stupid and so damn messed up. And the worst part is that I see black more often than white.
I've often wondered why that is. Is it that my life is really so bad that I always have to fall into that stupid black hole I'm always talking about? Am I just used to thinking this way? Or am I so messed up that I actually like thinking this way because it gives me excuses to cry about everything and talk about how bad I have it? The truth is that my life is not worse than anyone else's, and I have not experienced anything that no one else has...but I just can't think like everyone else. Why am I so useless?
Lots and lots of people have told me I need to learn to think positive, and sometimes I succeed, but sometimes it just feels so natural to fall into what my roommate likes to call the "emo mood". And lately I've tried to get out of it, but I keep thinking what if I don't deserve to be happy? And I don't know why I think like that, but how could such a messed up girl as me ever deserve to be happy?
I don't know where I am finding all these things to be unhappy about, but I wish I could stop. Some say I feel things too much, but as is me, I just think I unconsciously like being unhappy so much that I simply find things to whine about. Even though I don't like being unhappy, rationally, because it's very tiring. So there you have it, my life as it spins out of my control. How's that for a bang?
Little Miss Emo
P.S. I hate letting go of things I like, but there comes a point when I have to, because my out-of-controlness will completely wreck everything in its path. There are not a lot of things strong enough to withstand my destruction, and letting them go is the only way to save them.

Feb 18, 2010

Meh

'Sup peeps. As usual, I'm writing 'cause I have nothing better to do. Which is bad news for you, my readers, because I will then spend the length of this entire post complaining. I will, of course, complain about the thing that is preying most on my mind first - which would be Australia. Hmm. What to say about Australia? How hard it is to find (let alone get) a full scholarship offered to international students? How complicated the Visa laws and regulations are? Technically, these are only two difficult points, but boy, I could rant on about them until hell froze over and pigs flew. On another note, I will be starting my course practicum in about 4 days. Which, in perfect conditions, I could care less about because I (conceitedly) think I can handle it anyway. But there are still some loose ends that can't (won't) be tied up so soon, and that's got me jumpy. Sometimes I wonder if my best skill is worrying about nothing. Still, I have some good news this time! Well, rather interesting news than good news. I met two tourists from the Netherlands!! Okay, okay, it's hardly worth pissin' in my pants for, but I've always had a fascination for Westerners (go figure), and the Netherlands sounds like a cool place. Political fairness, citizen welfare, good scenery and all that. All of which don't exist here...except for the scenery, and I don't know how long it'll last. It's where I'd want to go, if I had the choice. But you know the saying "building castles in the air"? Well, I'm building castles in...the Netherlands. Well, since I managed write something good on my blog for once, I'll end here. XOXO Sophiateoh

Feb 12, 2010

Crap

Yea, okay, so I haven't exactly been updating this blog as often as I should, but give a girl a break: I can't update if I don't know what to update about. Plus I only update when I have nothing better to do. Which explains why it is currently 2.45am, and I am sitting half-asleep in front of the computer waiting for my sister to come home. She's taken a bus from KL. And she's coming back this late because she's had to work before CNY. She works at Nuffnang, can you believe it? Their entire office is orange with floor-to-ceiling windows, cabinets full of Mamee, and televisions equipped with ASTRO and (gasp!) Wii. Yes, I know, I'm crapping, but her office is just so cool (nothing compared to Google, though). Okay. Now I'll move on to the CNY post. Happy Chinese New Year, everyone! But that's all you're getting. Like the proverbial Grinch, I do not like CNY. It's too bright, too loud, too troublesome, and my relatives (some of 'em, anyway) are just too annoying. The only good thing about it is that I get to earn moolah off of it. Oh well, so sue me; I'll be laughing all the way to the bank. Anyway, I reckon I can sum up the past few weeks in a few sentences, so here goes: my exams sucked. my holidays have started; too bad they don't show The Ellen Degeneres Show anymore, but I can still see her on American Idol. congratulations to Taylor Swift for her Grammys. Happy Birthday Shan Yuee. And so there ya go. My life in a nutshell. Cheers

Jan 22, 2010

Unhappy Reflections

Well, here I am, finally updating my blog for anyone who reads it (not that I think anyone does). But if there ARE people reading it, then I should apologise, because this won't be a happy post.
First of all, the most important news: I turned 19 yesterday. Happy Birthday to me. I don't know if it was a happier or sadder day, because everyone that I expected to remember my birthday forgot, and everyone that I didn't expect to remember my birthday remembered. I'll spare my readers the details. It is suffice to say that I went to bed feeling surprised, grateful, guilty, hurt and insignificant. Oh well, another day, another drama.
It is custom that bloggers reminisce about the previous year's exploits at midnight on New Year's day, but since I missed my mandatory New Year's post, I shall give the general overview of life as 18-year-old me now.
So many things have happened in the past year that I don't know where to start. At the part where I lost some friends? Found out others weren't my friends at all? Got closer to yet others? Or at the part where I fell way, way too much in like with the wrong person? Or at the part where I am planning, wishing and hoping to go away to Australia and never come back, but yet am scared that I will fail or lose my way and end up at the very place I am running away from?
All these are not pleasant reflections, but mine may not have been a pleasant year, had I not been trying so hard to keep from falling into my usual habits of being depressed. My life is only as difficult as many others', and certainly less difficult than many more, but still I am far too likely to tilt towards the glass-is-half-empty mentality. I don't know what I should do about it. Sometimes it is so hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel, even if the tunnel is only the smallest one, and I know I shall emerge eventually.
But at the end of the day, all this is inconsequential. Evolution dictates that I must have survival instincts, and therefore I must survive in a way that makes me happy. Perhaps from now on I will learn to care less for others and more for myself; perhaps from now on I will learn to worry less. There is something to be said about the carefree way of living. A hill, a lake and a house in the middle of a prairie. Something I must try.
Anyway, to devote my blog to the unhappiness of my life would be a waste of space and of bytes. And so, I have decided, at the suggestion of a friend, to use my blog primarily to write stories. If I ever get past feeling that they suck. I take leave here.
Yours truly,
Sophia

Nov 28, 2009

A Story to be Read

This is a story by Neville about his 'quest' to get a PSP. It is so ridiculously funny that I thought I'd post it (omitting my interruptions):
Tis was a bright and sunny day, one which was the perfect weather to set out on my adventure for the legendary psp. Geared though i may be with insurmountable money, i was lacking a companion to assist me in my epic quest. I set out on a quest to search for a partner willing to join my quest, one who was loyal, brave, and willing to lay down a few bucks incase I needed it. Though the warriors of this land was, again, insurmountable, there were few willing to go on such a suicidal quest...especially on a holiday.
Then, as i was again, for the umpteenth time, rejected in my offer, there came a call from behind me. Apparently this young traveller had been eavesdropping on my conversations. Apparently, my desperation and enthusiasm to embark on this epic quest has caught the attention of said traveller. "If thy may permit me to accompany you" she said, "I have great interest in the object that inspires such great obsession in a man such as yourself."
Thus, the party was formed, ready for the great adventure for the legendary psp. We searched high and low throughout the lands of Sungei Wang and Low Yat. Many are those who prophesy falsely to the location of the true...and cheap psp. Yet we refuse to be discouraged, we pushed onwards!
Then we stumbled upon a man, long deprived of true customer contact, yet his eyes glimmered with a glow that communicated his experience with the best and greatest gaming systems.
"You there!" I yelled (well...not really...) "Thy eyes... and the fancy store you're in, tells me you know of the legendary psp!"
"Aye..." he said "and what business be it to ye'?"
"Speak, how much does the legendary psp cost?" I asked. "for long have I travelled, but little is the information that is useful to me!"
"Aye, ye have a good eye! Ye've come to the right place!" This was his last words, as he dissappeared into the darkness to get the manager out to speak with me.
"Tis not wise young master, to speak so openly of the legendary psp!" he said in a whisper, as he began to recount a tale of love, hate, deception and death...
"There was once, in the beginning of time...for the psp... it used to only be able to play original games. It was a luxury reserved only for the aristocrats of the modern age. The people living in the middle class of society looked on with envy. They wanted it as much as any of the rich and famous did. But these scoundrels were too kiasu to fork out the money intended to make Sony immoral with wealth. Thus, they plotted against Sony, to steal their wealth by creating modifications to the psp that would make it play pirated games. It would drive Sony insane with the profit they would lose to more middle class people. But the first spell they casted on the psp, the 5.03 modification was not stable! it would make both Sony and those who wielded it lose, as it would delete data immediately after the psp was set to rest, and another, more powerful and expensive spell would need to be cast to bring it back. Thus, an upgraded version was built...the 5.50 modification was one that would continue to allow you to play games even after the psp has rested...it also allowed you to play newer games, which the 5.03 didn't. But the cost of such an advance level spell was paramount...even more than what the psp would originally cost! The middle class citizens were shocked and appalled, and they rebeled against those who first brought them the modifications. Thus, the 5.03 lived on, with all it's flaws, unbeknownst to the young souls like yourselves..."
"I do still, however, have a few of the psp that was imbued with the 5.50 modification, and it shall not cost you more than that which I paid to keep it in my possession..." he said finally with a wicked smile.
I turned to my companion but she did not share my enthusiasm. I eyed her down as if she had gone mad, but so did the man behind the counter. After a mere moment, his smile returned "Then have at this deal, you take my card, and come back after you've heard enough lies of a legendary cheap psp...I shall be waiting..." as he faded into the dark as well.
Thus, we journeyed onwards, yet our minds had never for a second left the words the man said. It followed us to the very ends of Sungei Wang and Low Yat. Every man we saw speaking of the psp, I just imagine lies spewing from their lips.
Finally, tired as we were, the words of the man before began to seem so honest. Until, of course, we came upon a humble store owner, with not even a roof over his head, he smiled as we came by "Can I help you young traveller?"
"Yes, we are seeking something, something of great value to us" I said.
"Oh? And what might this object you place such a high value on be?"
"It is a..." my voice dropped to a whisper, "...a psp."
The man broke out into laughter and suddenly, me and my trusty companion felt we had asked something quite stupid.
"Why, I've been peddling psp's since before the modifications came out!"
"So you know of its power then?" We asked eagerly.
"Power?"
"The advance power of the 5.50! And how it was overruled by the common people!"
"Now see here sir," he began with a stern face. "I know not of where you reside, or your business in this part of town, but I can assure you the 5.50 was not overruled!"
Our faces were now riddled with questions.
"You see, the 5.50 is a modification that attempts to upgrade the power of the psp, giving it the ability to play new games that, rumours have it, the 5.03 cant. However, the 5.50 was not compatible with the psp, as it's powers were too great. It made the psp laggy, slow, and it often even powers down itself!"
"But...but I've heard rumors, that the 5.03 needs to continuously be imbued with a powerful and costly spell should it ever shut down! You can't be telling me that's a lie!?!?"
"By no means!" he said with another chuckle. "The 5.03 does have a tendency to delete files should the psp be turned off. However, the spell to repower it isn't so diffucult that I can't teach you!"
At this point Neville has to go offline, and so the story stops. It might be continued - or not - I don't know.

An Apology to My Classmates

Dear L4,
I've come here to make an official apology for being a bitch. It's no secret that I don't know how to act like a proper human being. I've tried, I'm trying, and I will continue to try, but the problem is that my trying gets me nowhere.
No, ignore the last sentence. I'm shitty, and there's no excuse for it. And I'm sorry that you guys have to put up with it. Y'all have been very good friends to me, and I don't think I deserve half of what y'all do for me.
And I've never thanked y'all enough for it. The worst part is that I keep expecting more; but I shouldn't expect more if I can't do more. But I don't know what is 'more'; it seems like sometimes I do too much and sometimes I do too little. Yes, I DO suck that bad.
Well, anyway, I know I've been, like, this totally PMS bitch these two weeks, and I'm sorry. But thank you for putting up with my horrendous personality.
Yours sincerely,
Sophia

Oct 23, 2009

A Summary of 1 1/2 Months of My Life in 1 1/2 Minute

Knowing me, y'all will please excuse me for being so remiss in updating my blog; I was simply too lazy. Anyway, the last time I posted was during the exams, so I'll update y'all on everything that has happened since then.
1. My timetable during the holidays:
11.00am - 5 more minutes...
11.30am - Breakfast (I will be excused for taking a ridiculously long time; I'm almost always doing something else)
12.30pm - Still doing the something else that I'm almost always doing (at least I'm done having breakfast!!)
1.00pm - Mythbusters! (TV, duh)
2.00pm - Ellen! (More TV, duh) And lunch. I'm weird that way.
3.00pm - Turn off the TV and read. I told you, I'm weird.
5.00pm - Take a nap (I only do this during the holidays, I swear!!)
7.00pm - Take a bath (a luxury, considering hot water is unheard of in my hostel)
8.00pm - Dinner (mum loves to have an excuse to cook dinner, since both her daughters are home)
9.00pm - TV! Program depends on the programme
10.00pm - TV!
11.00pm - TV!
12.00am - TV!
1.00am - TV!
2.00am - TV!
3.00am - Bed
And all this time I was online chatting with Shan Yuee.
2. News after the holidays:
To Hui Fen, TX (well, those two were DURING the hols), Xiao Yu, May, YC, Daniel, Tata and Choo Wei: Happy Birthday!!
To some lecturers: Yay! (To others: OMG go teach someone else who won't fall asleep in your classes please...)
To my classes: Well I know most of y'all prefer morning classes so y'all can go have fun in the afternoons, but I'm not too fond of morning classes myself, so...
To my results: Hmm, I could've done better, I suppose :(
To everything else: Nothing new
And that's about it. So, until I have more to publish;
Au Revoir
P.S. To you: I'm really, truly sorry.