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Wednesday, April 28, 2010, 10:55 PM
heartattack
NIGEL CHEE HAD PUBLISHED A BOOK AND HE'S WRITING ARTICLES FOR DAILY EXPRESS i think i've freaked him out so much he isn't replying me on Facebook anymore. i was seriously gasping and laughing and grimacing all the while i was reading his post and finding out all this awesome wonderful things. AWESOME WONDERFUL THINGS when will i get published? WILL I EVER GET PUBLISHED? me? who have spent so many hours writing writing rewriting rewriting??? or maybe i just have no talent. DO SOMETHING MELIA! ... i'm so happy for Nigel. , 10:20 PM
sleepover
     love my girls! Tuesday, April 27, 2010, 1:36 AM
RIP
  Tuesday, April 20, 2010, 9:02 AM
Preview-
After ending the song with a delicate rumbling of the snare, Mew swirled to face me. His longish black hair was combed back and fixed firm with a gray hair band, lest it soaked up his sweat. Earlier I had faced the question of whether it made him looked girly. I honestly answered that it did not. Mew had a slender face shaped of a heart, but his chin, nose and deep-set eyes were too strong to look feminine. His muscles, the augmentation of which intense drumming had caused, burned even more of masculinity. Dress Mew up in a pink, poufy dress and he’d still looked boyish. Monday, April 19, 2010, 7:25 PM
and again, for the *insert shockingly huge number* time, i am stuck and have stopped my novel. at least this time, i'd reached chapter 5. what is my problem? i am thinking, i'm too much a perfectionist (when it comes to my writing). the problem will either be, i don't like my sentence structures, or, the sentences are not simple enough, or, i'm not getting the point across, or, not poetic enough, or, the most important one: i have NO MESSAGE. NONE. what life experience have I had except those little bits of epiphanies? what can i write about worth other people's time? ok, ok, calm down Melia. you just go FINISH THIS ONE RIGHT NOW and ignore whatever negative thoughts, okay? just FINISH IT. NOW! yes madam *scurries off* , 7:16 PM
100th post
 and again carmeliayong.blogspot has reached its 100th post! why again? because there were many, many carmeliayong.blogspots hey, i like renewals, okay? Saturday, April 17, 2010, 7:29 AM
my dad was about to be interviewed for a promotion this coming Friday. so naturally there was talk about past interviews and bloopers. i think everything was hilarious because all these candidates who messed up were stern, serious, forty-years-old above police MEN. the policemen candidates were required to march before the interview. now, if you have ever been in a perbarisan (marching team) before, then you'll know that there are rules as to what foot goes out first, which arm swings out first, in which direct you hormat (salute) etc. you were probably in a team, so if you did something wrong, you can quickly rectify it. these policemen marches, however, are NOT like that. one thing wrong, they cut out marks that determine your reputation and promotion. quite a lot at stake. it doesn't sound funny if you really do something wrong because as a policeman that high ranked you CANNOT do wrong. no bloopers, no mistakes. i think that's why they were so nervous. anyway. case one: the candidate stopped okay. but when he started to march again, instead of his left foot, his right foot went out. he ended up jerking his steps like a robot all the way. (i had to spit my water back into the mug) case two: everyone else saluted with their right hand. this candidate saluted with his left. cute! to make things worse, the tongkat stuck under his arm fell. case three: this candidate marched in nicely, but instead of stopping to sit down for the interview, he panicked and forgot the procedure to stop. he ended up marching a circle around the chair and marching back out the room. (omy gawd the pain... the pain...) case four: the interview went okay for this one. then it was time to leave. he stood up, saluted, and marched to the left and tried to find the exit- in the curtains. of course he realized it immediately, but he stayed in there until someone directed him to the door on the right. poor man. until today his nickname is Yap Kur Tan. i cannot imagine how the interviewers managed to control themselves from totally ROFL. my throat hurts now. Tuesday, April 13, 2010, 3:38 AM
Customer Service
Two blank guys stood outside, and one of them produced the receipt: "Delivery: 4pm till 6pm." Oops. But mum still wasn't happy. "Masih lambat ah." "Tidaklah bos... Sepuluh minit saja bha bos..." It really was only ten minutes after six, but when mum's angry, she's angry. I knew why, because she'd been waiting since 2pm, and no washing was done because she wanted to wait for the new washing machine to arrive. Problem Two: The hose didn't fit. They suggested we used our old one. "What do you mean cannot fit??" Mum was even unhappier. I don't get it. Why can't we use the old hose? But noooooo that wasn't a solution. We were lucky the part-time cleaner, Anita, was around to help discuss with the Sen-Q men. I don't think mum could last two sentences with them without shooting them with painful words. Before everything escalated to the point Sen-Q was going to mark our house address as 'RED ALERT' I came up with a brilliant idea: Call dad. The moment my sister said, "Hey pa, the hose doesn't fit," Everyone stopped talking and looked at her. Instant solution. The phone was passed to Anita, and then passed to the men. Finally it was solved. I didn't find out how though, because a few other things happened after that. Mum was still unhappy, so we tried to reason with her. It's only ten minutes, ma, not their fault, ma, it says on the paper dated weeks ago that it really is 2pm to 4pm ma, pa gave you the wrong information, ma... Conclusion: Don't talk to ma when you don't want ma to talk. When dad called again, my sister told dad that mum was angry- and then mum grabbed the phone and scolded her, 'Don't bhaa!... Hello darling?' All three of us siblings stumbled to the dining room to hide our bursting laughter. Suddenly so sweet when on the phone with dad. LOLness. Problem Three: The hose was not long enough. Mum stared at the hose, her hands cocked on her hips. "Kenapa tak boleh panjang sikit hah?" The poor man looked at the hose, looked back at her, and then at the hose. "Me-memang begitu panjang bha bos." My sister, who reported the whole thing to me, was still laughing as she talked, and all three of us laughed and laughed until finally we went over to mum and consoled her. Note: When you want to laugh at someone in their face, tell them their SOOO CUTE for doing so repeatedly, and you won't get into trouble. Mum really was SOOO cute anyway anyhow. I went back to my hot milk and cheese on bread. The men were carrying the new machine to the kitchen, and my sister was following them. She had her hand on her mouth, and I thought she was STILL laughing about mum expecting the hose to be longer. But then she pointed at the back of the man's shirt, where there was this BIG clock face, and the words: ON TIME DELIVERY All three of us lost it again. The finale was when one of the men went in to use the toilet. When he came out my sister was puzzled: Why was he off-ing the red switch, for the hot water shower? Oh. For the third time, we had to suffer bouts of laughter as we imagined the poor man in the loo wondering why there isn't any light coming on. Moral Value: Customer Service is NOT Customer Worship ;) Monday, April 12, 2010, 8:11 PM
Graduation 2009
                                       Tuesday, April 6, 2010, 9:38 AM
"Because the world didn't just happen like that. Evolution is NOT a proven fact, mind you. Even Darwin reconsidered it, and he was the Father of the Theory of Evolution. And mainly because I can feel Him. I'm telling you, I really don't think I'll be this nice and this obedient etc if it isn't for God." "Hah! You Christians always say that. I want hard facts, not your 'feelings'." I think the above conversation is equivalent to this conversation: "Why do you cry when you listen to this song?" "Because I feel touched when I listen to it. It has a very deep meaning." "Hah! I want hard facts, not your 'feelings'." but excuse me. you asked me why i. me. saya. if i do something because of a reason and you ask me for that reason, don't be telling me about hard facts. why i do something can have nothing to do with hard facts, and still cause me to do something. :( if you want hard facts then just SAY SO in the first place. sheesh. , 8:54 AM
What I Was- Meg Rosoff
 of all the books i have read, the one that has managed to present human desire and a deepness of life in the most honest, intense manner is What I Was, by Meg Rosoff. I borrowed the book from my cousin Carmen. She told me that it was a good read, but flipping through it I'd dismissed her words immediately. Too much description. I was an Oscar Wilde fan. I adore swift, deadly verses that the intelligent of this world use to shut the other guy up. Simple and full of truth. What I Was seemed to me a long-winded, old man's tale. Or, as they say, a 'grandmother's story' Ironic, really, this phrase, because your grandmother probably has better stories to tell than your contemporaries. Anyway, the first thing that caught my eye (or mind) in the story was the ending. SPOILER ALERT! SCROLL DOWNWARDS AND DO NOT READ THIS PART IF YOU PLAN TO READ THE BOOK AND DONT WHAT IT SPOILED. First twist: The boy whom the narrator was so obsessed with shared his name: Finn. Second twist: The boy is really a girl. The narrator only found out when the nurses and doctor told him, after he'd help send the girl to the hospital. The blood he thought meant a horrible disease was actually menstruation. That was really... Well, interesting. SPOILER OVER So after that, I began to read... Slowly. I can't bring myself to finish the book in one sitting, because it was too full of emotion. Not the exclaimation-mark, passionate kind. It was something like an icy fire, or a calm, wide sea- very flat, but at the same time, you shiver when you really think about the power the sea has. This book has that kind of a power, which I think is honesty. Meg Rosoff is to the point. So if she was so to-the-point, then how come it's so full of description? It is both. By being short and frank, Meg Rosoff could fill up each paragraph with meanings that go beyond imagination. For me, personally, almost every page required me to stop and digest everything. I just can't keep on reading without stopping. I think it's because I'm very afraid of missing out one part of it. So much of it is precious. Who knows what I would miss? Two things in particular I adore about this book. One is the issue on the mediocrity of life. It is something that I have often wondered, and worried, about. I don't always, though, because of God. Mediocrity is something very fascinating to me. This book touches on how people just live to exist. "...Although we were taught to be proud of living in this great parliamentary democracy, the civil servants who ran it were a fearsome bunch, a nameless mass of people with jobs (police, social workers, record-keepers, teachers, councilmen) whose sole purpose was to keep everyone shuffling from birth to death in a nice, orderly queue..." Many people don't think about this much. I bet you don't. Most people are living too comfortably to notice anything beyond their circle, to think about death, if I may say so. Too numbed by the routine of life to worry about it. Too comforted by 'whatever will be will be' to try and find out. A nice orderly queue, punctuated by graduations, marriage, child-birth... I don't condone extremism, but neither am I too happy about shallow lives. You may feel insulted at the word 'shallow'. What would I know about lives that I have never lived? Well, I would say, ask people if they think their lives are boring, with no purpose, unhappy... You'll find yourself some shallow lives. Take note though, I'm not saying shallow 'people'. The second thing, and also the theme of the story, is a person's intense desire for something. That sounds pretty normal, but when anything is intense, it isn't as boring as you think it is. I have yet to figure out the real desire of the narrator concerning the boy Finn, but already at their first meeting I was sucked into it: "...He looked impossibly familiar, like a fantasy version of myself, with the face I had always hoped would look back at me from a mirror. The bright, flickering quality of his skin reminded me of the surface of the sea. He was almost unbearably beautiful and I had to turn away, overcome with pleasure and longing and a realization of life's desperate unfairness..." Love? Lust? Envy? The narrator had described himself as a boy who is, frankly, of no value. Not smart, not handsome, not athletic, not popular. But us, as the readers, can see very obviously that the narrator possesses the ability to see beyond the solid mass of norm people know as life. If he'd believed in God, he would have thanked Him for letting him be the loser he was. Because you don't miss what you have. |
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i am fearfully and wonderfully made. First Name? Carmelia; 杨 Last Name? Yong; 秋彤 Birthday? 6th of October, year 1992 Eyes? dark brown Hair? dark i am a rather eccentric person. i think too much sometimes. i'm a happy girl who can be very sad. i'm nice, but selfish. and oh, hello. :) carmeliayong.blogspot is where you are now. pictures and captions live here. articles and rantings live somewhere else. >>somewhere else<< planning to... 4♥ finish writing a novel 5♥ get my novel published 7♥ cook curry 8♥ bake cookies on my own 9♥ visit Cheshire Home 10♥ lose ten kilograms 11♥ go on vacation with friends 13♥ take picture with a mime artist 14♥ post first ever v-log 15♥ make a cloth doll 16♥ play an electric guitar 17♥ bring Bunny for a dry-clean session 18♥ straighten front teeth 19♥ get paid for a published article or story 20♥ write my very own blog layout html code 21♥ compose and write a song 22♥ visit Korea 23♥ visit Ireland 24♥ design and paint/wallpaper a room 25♥ get 99 roses 26♥ obtain two rabbits 27♥ sing and dedicate the song 'Smile' by Uncle Kracker to a loved one 28♥ dance with him ...but i forget about my 'plans' very soon anyway. |
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