Monday, 29 February 2016


Dating in Secondary School or Middle School or High School. (Depends on your area, since I have readers from other countries)

Hello, if this is your first blog post of mine, or you just stumble across this post, or your friend asked you to check out my post, my name is Celine and you can call me semi-professional love adviser.

BUT, all opinions are mine, no one ask you to listen to me, no one force you to say that I am correct, so again if you are easily butt-hurt then bye.

The change in environment and people around triggers you to change and think differently.

Let me share with you guys my “first ever relationship”:

How did I get into a first “relationship” which I do not consider that as one as of now, was because if peer-pressurizing. They were like “Go for it. You know you like him too, why not? Don’t waste the chance.” He was a senior in my school that year. Take note, I was only 13, I had no idea what was happening but it just happened. It is the type of “relationship” that everything was so fresh and new, holding hands was a HUGE deal, it was my hand VIRGINITY alright. It was that of a big deal. I remember that my heart was beating so fast that my face flushed. But well, it ended anyways.

Enough of grandmother’s story, time to set right back into the topic.

98% of Secondary School relationships will meet their end, even before they graduate. If you are in Secondary School and you have a relationship going on, let me just tell you, that dreamy and sweet and cute relationship is not going anywhere as far as you imagine. I say 98% because there that 1% that made it through graduation but eventually broke up after tertiary school starts, and another 1% that is a miracle.

Now girls and boys, don’t ever think that you fall inside that special 1%, if it happens it happens, but most likely it doesn’t, alright? STUDY.

If you ever dated in Secondary School, or had a crush, or fling you probably are gonna relate to what I am going to type next.

Heartbreaks, even though we are young, or practically because we are young and tender, we get hurt really easily, that’s why our generation is named after Strawberries because they grow under tender love and will literally die if they are out of their green house.

But love is a big game where you throw your heart and soul into, if you lost, you get neither back. Thinking back, I don’t even know how I got through breakups. Just know that it hurts extra more when the knife is stabbed by someone that I thought I can trust. It is inevitable, and this is how you get stronger and stronger. For someone like me who can never learn it in the soft way.

Nowadays everything is so dramatic, face book was invented to create connection, but you stupid hoes are abusing it by “trending” people. Sorry but I got to say, it is really dumb in my opinion to try and ruin someone’s life by uploading snap shots of private chats and call them a slut, hoe, bitch, cheater. I mean hold up, your relationship with other guys is none of my business, I do not need to know, and not interested to know how many people you had sex with. You need to learn the term – PM private message, is meant to be private for two person or that group itself. You be taking screenshots of those supposing “cannot be shared” chats with the whole internet just to shame their exes? You fucking low life seriously. I have serious itch to just comment on those “trends” that it is seriously none of their business in whatever they just uploaded but well, staying away from trouble. Who knows afterwards I’ll get trended by making that comment, no guilt though.

Is this why people are like getting false image about dating at teen age years?

Back to the topic, you might feel like the person you are dating now is the best person on earth. Sorry to be the extreme devil today to burst another bubble, but there is really no perfect relationship. I barely even see relationship pass the three months mark. I bet when I just got together with my current bf, Daniel, you people be betting if we would pass three months, to your dismay, we did. Continue guessing guys, it makes me laugh.

Perfect relationships don’t exist, because we low life humans are not perfect. You only can find a puzzle piece that fits quite enough but it will never be perfect. Think about it, a perfect relationship is really boring.

I mean, most of us are probably new to this thing called “relationship”, and we have no idea what to expect. Social Media yet again is the killer. It created too much false expectation that an actual relationship wouldn’t have.

Girl, you really cannot expect your boyfriend to surprise you so often, bring you out to expensive places, shower you with love, and all those tumblr ish things.

Boy, you cannot expect your girlfriend to be always understanding when you play games and hang out without her, expect her to surprise you as you “deserve” it too.

You can’t expect things like that to a teenager who can hardly even afford for their own lives.

Well, we are at this age where almost everything will get forgiven, hence we rarely admit our mistakes, but you have to know that it is a vital thing to be able to lower your ego to keep someone at bay. It is really difficult to notice this, but here I am telling you.

Another thing about dating in secondary school. You have to know that you are growing, as you grow, your mindset changes as maturity levels starts kicking in. Most people give up at this point because, “you are different”, “you are no longer the ________ I used to know.” “why did you change so much”

Now, when you fall in love, you fall in love with everything.

Their changes,

Their faces,

Their personality,

Their laughter,

Their love,

Their warm embrace.

It comes in a package that has no discounts.

Just, learn along the way. Take your time, don’t feel like you are forced into doing anything.



I know my upload schedules has effed up, but I was compensating the last week’s post.

Friday, 26 February 2016


I just lost my precious mousepad.

I am not a happy girl right now. (WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY)

For people who are extremely curious about my life. Let me just tell you what is going on.

Every morning, yes I still wake up in the morning, I wake up and wash up and MAKE MY BLANKETS (2016 resolution), and do my makeup.

The thing is that, makeup used to be like a bonus for me, like it be a thing I do when I have extra free time BUT things has evolved to the point where I feel bad not wearing makeup, so I basically do my makeup every single day, simple or not, time constrain or not, whatever circumstances, you know that black eyeliner and lipstick still gotta go up on your face.

After all those boring stuff, I go ahead and eat my lunch, 12NOON is my lunch time at home. Watch anime, play games, eat all sorts of junk food that I should not be eating.

Listen to a bunch of songs on the TV then probably go out or repeat 10x throughout the day.

Honestly, I have no life or rather, THIS IS MY LIFE. I enjoy every second of it, really.


I need to address something, which is my youtube.

I stopped making youtube, for various various reasons. Mostly my own personal reasons, and I really didn’t want to get my life affected just because of that. So, I will start doing in blog format. Whether it is, makeup, lifestyle, no more videos unless I feel like it again.

This holiday made me realize that, I live to please the people that I care for. So, whatever I did wrongly, or not according to how they like it to be, it is considered as a disappointment to them. I tend to work towards that goal to make my family and friends happy but I also realize, that, that is the reason why I have been so upset.

As I grow up, I start to know things like:

How I want to get this thing done.

How I want to present this.

How I want to present myself.

Or even,

How I want to live my life.

My goals.

My future.

For example, I have to cook spaghetti. In the past, I would google hundreds of recipes, try out what others consider “delicious” spaghetti. Even if it is just spaghetti, there is cream based, tomato based, mushroom sauce, olive based. So many different pastas to choose from, Angel Hair, Macaroni, Farfelle, Lasagna. After so many tries of different pastas and sauce, I am sure one day you will know exactly what you like and how you like it to be cooked. How the sauce is supposed to taste like. How soft the pasta is supposed to be.


I consider the time for me to know what I like and prefer to be very experimental. You will get hurt, you will get sad and disappointed, some even furious. I like to think that growing up is a big process, a long and daunting road that some people don’t make it through.

Just remember, if you are age between 14-21, everyone around you is going through the same thing. You might think that this is the worst you can ever be, no, in the future, there is going to be worse things happening. All of this just trains you to be the strong adult you can be next time.

Dark clouds will clear, no matter what. I don’t promise rainbows, but I promise sun shine.

I try to keep it as real as possible, yet as tactful as possible.
But some people just cannot take in sugar-coated advices. At least for myself, I really dislike it when people sugar coat their opinions. If you know me personally, you would know that I really keep my words to minimal and straight to the point.

I guess that is probably the reason people ask me for relationship advices, friendship advices. And I probably guessed that this is the reason why people call me arrogant, over-confident, self-centered.

I acknowledge my strength. No one else is going to, so why not do it yourself?

Let me tell you, if you were to ever go get a job, with an interview, they are going to ask you, WHY are you so worth hiring.

Girl, or Boy, I need you to find a day, SIT DOWN, write down a list of things that you find you are good at. Don’t be dumb and think you cannot do anything, from a grown teen to a baby in 5 seconds.

It can be things like, I am always punctual, I can eat 10 pack of doritos at once. It is the endless possibilities my friend.

Give yourself some recognition today.

Do what makes you happy.

I believe people who really cares and love you, will be happy just by seeing you squirm in laughter.

Until then, Good Luck.

Celine Ng

Tuesday, 16 February 2016


Those nights where your mind just goes uncontrollably wild.

Those nights where your eyes lets you see all those truths you have been avoiding.

Those nights where your mouth said spiteful words that you don't mean.

Those nights where your hands are scarred and stain with blood. 

Those nights where your thighs become a new target because the wrist is too obvious.

Those nights where you cry so much that you can't even breathe. 

Those nights where you can only be the one consoling yourself.

Those nights where you forgot what are smiles and happiness. 

Those nights where you lost yourself in this world.

Teens to young adults aging from 16-21 has the highest suiciding rate in the world. Honestly though, I can see where that came from, since I am a 17 year old myself and I am at the point where I am lost inside the world I created. 

There will definitely be tough times, every single time when I'm going through it, I always think that I wouldn't make it. I'd rather die than doing this and that.

The amount of emotions I let through my mind is truly insane but I guess it's a personal war everyone needs to face by themselves. Most of the people make it through, but some don't.

Now, being depressed and being sad is a totally different thing. Stop saying you are depressed because most likely, you're not. Depression is an illness. It can kill, slowly kill you from within and end you. I don't get how people can make a joke out of it, it is getting really serious. Publicly shaming people who are really sad is not funny. Think about it, what if, he/she suicided the next day? You'll feel like a murderer for the rest of your life. 

I'm tired of having an image where I need to constantly maintain to show I'm tough, happy, independent, worthy. The truth is, I get sad, I cry, I yell at people when I'm angry. Another human being. 

Being suicidal is like a trigger button that has no abort. You can't just abort the 'mission' just like this. 

Remember fellow human beings, get over things and done with. You are a beautiful flower, who knows you might stink like rafflesia, someone is still going to appreciate you someday, so wait. 

Hang on a little longer. 

I stand by you. 

You're not alone.

You're totally worth it.

You're amazing.

You're beautiful in your own ways.

Till then good luck. 

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Demon High School - CHAPTER 1

“I can’t do this anymore… at this rate, I will be dead before I should be.”

My mana is decreasing, “fucking shit, I should have not slacked off physical classes.”
The barrier isn’t gonna withstand much longer, I know it. The signs of cracking everywhere along the sides of the concrete walls.

“Just what is that spell again? Think Ray, think.”

Forming a circular shape with my hands then gently opening it humming the tunes of half memorized magic spells. Watching the flames ignite within my palms as it grows to a size approximately a basketball. Blinking to form a target aim within my eyes.

“Hah, that guy really do not know the rules, back facing someone who is attacking. Good bye.” And I sent him off with a flying kiss.

“One down, and two more. One uses fire and the other uses air.” WHOOSH  “He is very fast, pretty smart too.”

I’m trapped. All these threatening situations seems to be overly familiar. And the scene suddenly changed into an office setting.

“What...? Where am I now?”

“It is reaching to the point where you can call it desperation, you have been chosen for this…” some old guy with greyish hair in a suit spoke…

And I sprung up from my bed.

“ah, this dream again. I wonder what he is about to say though.."

“Ray! Your breakfast is ready!” The sweet mellow voice of my mother resounds up the stairs behind those doors.

I sat up thinking about what I have been doing for the past week. It has been term break, and I’ve yet done anything productive. What a fail. Well, getting a life isn’t hard, by replying those texts from girls of my batch is boring.

“ah, people are gonna think I am a spoilt brat.” I thought as I walked down the stairs and greeted with the smell of smoked bacon and orange juice.

“You have a letter Ray, it’s on the coffee table. Make sure to take it before you forget.”


Dear Mr Ray, we are pleased to inform you that your submission to MAOU high school has been accepted and your information has been successfully transferred into the school’s system.

Reporting: 24 October 2200, 9am.

Dress code: you will be dressed
Thank you.

“WHAT????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? What do you mean by “accepted” and “information successfully transferred into the school’s system”? 24th? That’s tomorrow! I don’t even… WHAT THE HELL?”


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