My name is Angelyn,or SuLi.I'm going to be fourteen soon.All I have to do is wait till 9th August.I am instinctively proud to be Chinese,let alone Malaysian.I have dark hair and dark eyes,and plain as they may seem,I wouldn't change them for anything.I'm 5"6 and as clumsy as you can imagine.If you catch me on one of my klutz days,beware.I &hearts books.Well,most of my friends would say I'm obsessed.I love The Lord of the Rings,Narnia and,of course,Percy Jackson.I like to swim,of course,and draw.And maybe write.I love sunshine and I wish we had winter here.I also make layouts.I'm pretty weird.I burst out into random songs,and sometimes I say silly things.My favourite thing to sing when I'm bored is lalalala.I have a flair for the creative.The thing I probably will do when I grow up is to write books and illustrate them myself.But in spite of that,I can never find an original way to sign off.So I'll just do it like this. &hearts Angelyn
Changed my layout. Yehh don't you like it? On second thoughts,don't answer that. Just went to Facebook and saw this link that said, "The new Facebook is here.Click to try" or something like that. I clicked on it and...well,lets just say I'm not really into the new Facebook.. It's so confusing! Ah,I don't know. Maybe I'll like it better when I'm used to it. But I liked the old one better. ... Last day of swimming class ever is tomorrow! Don't know whether I should be happy or sad Come to think of it,indecision is a very cool feeling. LOL. Hmmm...This is going to be a really short post. Cos I have to eat now
with every stray dog I met on the road up Cameron Highlands. Seriously,before I die,I'll get a dog. A golden retriever. A cute one. A trained one. LOL. I had the awesomest weekend,ever. My grandmother celebrated her 80th (actually her 79th,but chinese oldies don't like that number) birthday up at Camerons and I went!I love the bungalow we stayed in,it was this old 1933 house and very comfortable-or would have been if I hadn't forgotten my hoodie and long pants.So all two-and-a-half days I stayed there I was slowly freezing.But guess what?I didn't mind!Okay,I did,but not so much.Even when I was in the bed trying to keep warm,which even under 3 layers I could not do (almost).My cousins and I watched alot of TV there which was a big waste of time.We watched HSM2 which was pretty lame for a movie I had been waiting for forever to watch. I had so much fun. We also watched Prince Caspian. I love the ending song. My Mum and sister said they didn't like how the director chose a contemporary song, but I loved it. Whenever I hear that song I want to ... cry.
So finally I got myself off the couch and cycled all around the house. Seriously,I haven't cycled in so long. I promised myself I would count how many cuts and bruises I had after that and I did. I had.... 1 cut with blood 1 biiiiig scratch 2 medium scratches and 1 weird cut-but-not-a-cut when the bicycle handle crashed on my second finger. But I don't care.I loved every second of it. Me and my other bookworm cousins found the library completely stocked with Agatha Christie books. I was like the happiest girl in the world But guess what: I only got to read one book from cover to cover. Believe it,people!! LOL! I was feeling restless the day we had to leave.I had spent so much time watching TV I'd pretty much wasted the time I could have spent outdoors and smelled the roses. (There were roses there,but that's a different story ) So I took out the teeny-weeny yellow bike and cycled round...round...round... and round until it was time for lunch.It grew darker during lunchtime and by the time me and my cousin raced outside to cycle more,we found out that .... it rained. My cousin was like,what?!And then she just didn't care. She cycled out into the rain. I stood in the shade yelling,"Tracey Peh!!" Suddenly the door opened and my other cousin raced out yelling "Wait for meeeee!" So this time I yelled, "Eunice Peh!!" And then I didn't care. I should have yelled "Angelyn Peh!!" at myself. Because I ran after them. All three of us were running in the getting-heavier rain and laughing and yelling. I was singing.I mean,how could you not sing in the rain?
I'm singing in the rain ladida ladididoo I've a glorious feeling and I'm happy again as I walk down the lane I'm singing,I'm singing in the rain.
Then we ran back into the shade and my mum was looking at me.She didn't say anything. Then my older cousin said,"Oh,lets go and blow ourselves dry now!" And dragged me into the house. She told me,"That look your mum gave us was not good." And I was just like,"So?!That's what she did last time when she was young!" And we all laughed. It was a great day.
This is going to sound really silly,but I'm scared of walking up to the post office counter to get my letter to USA weighed.Hey,most of our fears are silly.But my fear,ahem,is real!
I've been reading my sister's book,called Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris and since then,everything I'm afraid of is a "Hard Thing".Everything that is a challenge is something that I should do! So today,I did my best to conquer my fear of...*dangdangdangdaaaaaang* going to the post office!I was too scared at first to press the button for the machine to give me my number.And I was almost too chicken to walk up to the counter when my number was called,but what helped me through was the fact that I didn't have to say anything to the person behind the counter. Haha!No,seriously,God helped me.*Tries to keep a straight face* Yes,it's true!And after that,the whole fear seemed like just a petty little thing.Maybe.I'm still a little scared.But,hey,do hard things! That should be my motto Today,I tried my hand at baking cookies.And not just any sort of cookies.The type of which the dough has to be chilled three whole times lest they sweat to deathhhh...*makes gory face* actually we chilled it more than three times... Thanks to my sister for helping me.I never would have pulled through!As it is,the cookies aren't even baking yet.They're...chilling. for two hours before ... They feel the heat.And they'll sweat.And sweat.And sweat. But I won't care.'Cuz they're supposed to. Ahahahahaaaaa, your time is up cookie dough!*evil laugh* Oh,I was supposed to be telling you how it was a hard thing and we pulled through.Yeah! So...that was another hard thing.But somehow gloating over the fate of the cookie dough is alot funner. And pathetic,much? In the end,my heavenly Dad saved the day,and I'm forever grateful to Him for saving my cookiiiiieeesss~~~ Oh,well,actually I'm not sure if they'll turn out.But I'm believing in Him. That's another hard thing,hey? ... I really like the song Can't Hold On by Melee. ~But if you can't hold on,let it go and come back in your heart~ Their pianist plays so well
...So once more they got on their feet, and struggled down into the dell, where they hunted about for a cave or some corner that was dry and a protection from the keen wind and the whirling snow. They were investigating one of the hummocky bits the Rat had spoken of, when suddenly the Mole tripped up and fell forward on his face with a squeal.
"O, my leg!" he cried. "O, my poor shin!" and he sat up on the snow and nursed his leg in both of his front paws. "Poor old Mole!" said the Rat kindly. "You don't seem to be having much luck to-day, do you? Let's have a look at the leg. Yes," he went on, going down on his knees to look,"you've cut your shin, sure enough. Wait till I get at my handkerchief, and I'll tie it up for you." "I must have tripped over a hidden branch or a stump," said the Mole miserably. "O my! O my!" "It's a very clean cut," said the Rat, examining it again attentively. "That was never done by a branch or a stump. Looks as if it were made by a sharp edge of something in metal. Funny!" He pondered a while, and examined the humps and slopes that surrounded them.
"Well, never mind what done it," said the Mole, forgetting his grammar in his pain. "It hurts just the same, whatever done it." But the Rat, after carefully tying up the leg with his handkerchief, had left him and was bust scraping in the snow. He scratched and shovelled and explored, while the Mole waited impatiently, remarking at intervals, "O, come on,Rat!" Suddenly the Rat cried "Hooray!" and then "Hooray-oo-ray-oo-ray-oo-ray!" and fell to executing a feeble jig in the snow. "What have you found, Ratty?" asked the Mole still nursing his leg. "Come and see!" said the delighted Rat, as he jigged on. The Mole hobbled up to the spot and had a good look. "Well," he said at last, slowly, "I see it right enough. Seen the same thing before, lots of times! Familiar object, I call it. A door-scraper! Well, what of it? Why dance jigs around a door-scraper?" "But don't you see what it means, you - you dull-witted animal?" cried the Rat impatiently. "Of course I see what it means," replied the Mole. "It simply means that some very careless and forgetful person has left his door-scraper lying around in the middle of the Wild Wood, just where it's sure to trip everybody up. Very thoughtless of him, I call it. When I get home I shall go and complain about it to-to somebody or other, see if I don't!" "O dear! O dear!" cried the Rat, in despair at his obtuseness. "Here, stop arguing and come and scrape!" And he set to work again and made the snow fly in all directions around him.
After some further toil his efforts were rewarded, and a very shabby door-mat lay exposed to view. "There, what did I tell you?" exclaimed the Rat in great triumph. "Absolutely nothing whatever," replied the Mole, with perfect truthfulness. "Well now," he went on, "you seem to have found another piece of domestic litter, done for and thrown away, and I suppose you're perfectly happy. Better go ahead and dance your jig round that if you've got to, and get it over, and then perhaps we can go on and not waste any more time over rubbish-heaps. Can we eat a door-mat? Or sleep under a door-mat? Or sit on a door-mat and sledge home over the snow on it, you exasperating rodent?" "Do - you - mean - to - say," cried the excited Rat, "that this door-mat doesn't tell you anything?" "Really, Rat," said the Mole quite pettishly, "I think we've had enough of this folly. Who ever heard of a door-mat telling anyone anything? They simply don't do it. They are not that sort at all. Door-mats know their place." "Now look here, you - you thick-headed beast," said the Rat, really angry, "this must stop. Not another word, but scrape-scrape and scratch and dig and hunt round, especially on the sides of the hummocks, if you want to sleep dry and warm to-night, for it's our last chance!"
The Rat attacked a snow-bank behind them with ardour, probing with his cudgel everywhere and then digging with fury; and the Mole scraped busily too, more to oblige the Rat than for any other reason, for his opinion was that his friend was getting light-headed.
Some ten minutes' hard work, and the point of the Rat's cudgel struck something that sounded hollow. He worked till he could get a paw through and feel; then called the Mole to come and help him. Hard at it went the two animals, till at last the result of their labours stood in full view of the astonished and hitherto incredulous Mole. In the side of what seemed to be a snowbank stood a solid-looking little door, painted a little green. An iron bell-pull hung a by the side, and below it, on a small brass plate, neatly engraved in square capital letters, they could read by the aid of moonlight:
MR BADGER
The Mole fell backwards on the snow from sheer surprise and delight. "Rat!" he cried in penitence, "you're a wonder! A real wonder, that's what you are. I see it all now! You argued it out, step by step, in that wise head of yours, from the very moment that I fell and cut my shin, and you looked at the cut, and at once your majestic mind said to itself, 'Door-scraper!' And you turned to and found the very door-scraper that done it! Di you stop there? No. Some people are easily satisfied; but not you. Your intellect went on working. 'Let me only just find a door-mat,' says you to yourself, 'and my theory is proved!' And of course you found your doormat. You're so clever, I believe you could find anything you liked. 'Now,' says you, 'that door exists, as plain as if I saw it. There's nothing else to be done but to find it!' Well, I've read that sort of thing in books, but I've never come across it in real life. You ought to go where you'll be properly appreciated. You're simply wasted here, among us fellows. If I only had your head, Ratty-" "But as you haven't," interrupted the Rat rather unkindly. "I suppose you're going to sit on the snow all night and talk? Get up at once and hang on to that bell-pull you see there, and ring hard, as hard as you can, while I hammer!" While the Rat attacked the door with his stick, the Mole sprang up at the bell-pull, clutched it and swung there, both feet well off the ground, and from quite a long way off they could faintly hear a deep-toned bell respond... ^That's my favourite part of the book You should read it!The book, I mean
Oh,I was supposed to be telling you how it was a hard thing and we pulled through.Yeah!
You should read it!The book, I mean