residential angel
Name: Shangbel
Age: Supposedly 20(?)
Shangbel is a disillusioned person who thinks she is a she but is not certain. Two of her friends are her mummy and daddy seperately in her crazed world; one is an abusive alcoholic father while the other is a slutmuffin.

She longs for love but is recently being subjected to being slapped by them. Her stepsister feels that their parents are biased towards her and that they love Shangbel more.

This is her story.


undying love
-Kami-sama(:
-Cosplaying
-My Famiglia! <3
-Home
-Manga and anime
-Sweet stuff like Yami-yogurt and donuts
-family
-etc, etc...(lazy to write)


longing for
-love(?) So cliche. Hahaha.
-A new handphone pouch
-Exotic coloured contact lenses
-New costumes
-Complicated costumes
-Good Grades
-A carefree life
-A decisive mind


the whispers


Music Box


blogs
-Haz- Shangbel's mummy
-Sarah- Shangbel's Stepsister
-WanYi- The Empress to my Concubine
-Ning -My beloved guardian
-Geelyn -A good friend
-Min -Forever Friends
-Li sen- The good guy
-Frank
-Feifei -A dearest cousin
-Daniel- A dearest cousin
-Jiale(a.k.a Jade) -A precious friend
-Hannah -She called me the 'dark side'. xD
-Eleanor(a.k.a Elie) -A precious friend

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history


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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Misconceptions, biasedness and a load full of crap~
Ahahahaha. I guess my dear readers can guess from the topic above that I'm slightly pissed with something. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not emoing today or whatever. It's just this passing phrase where I want to grab something and strangle it real hard. ^^

Recently, I have to say that there's been a lot of biased feelings floating around my surroundings. I feel like I've been slapped in the face for countless amounts of times. (literally) I know that it's unavoidable that we would have stupid people in this world, but never have I really seen an outright display of stupidity that involves me, straight in my face.

I'm so mad. So mad that sometimes I don't even know what I'm ranting on about.

It's like one of those racist things. Cept that we have a law that somehow jails people for being racist. I've thought whether I should list examples, (cuz this is a very sensitive topic), and I simply cannot resist.

First up, about cosplay. We've always known that there's an extremist society out there that somehow dislikes cosplayers just because our hobby isn't about collecting stamps, coins etc. I know that there IS biased feelings towards us every now and then. Still, it came as a shock to me when my friend told me that some magazine had published an article that labelled cosplayers as "high class Ah-Lians".

Omg? Like what the hell would you know about what we do?

Perhaps we're being scandalized (yes, i love this word.) by some black sheeps in our community or whatsoever, but this is ridiculous. Seemingly, the reason why there is the catagory of "high class ah-lians" and "low class ah-lians" is because "low class ah-lians" cannot afford the cash to cosplay. (or as so I've heard from the above source given)

IF this is true (and I say IF), then wouldn't that article be biased against poor people as well? Why...Oh Why, in the world do you need to mention about how people can or cannot afford to cosplay and classify ah-lians into catergories? There is biasedness against ah-lians, I cannot deny. But they're human as well. So what you're doing now is simply being more of a bee-yotch than some of them may already be.

So keep your comments to yourself, you 'second-hand litterateur'! Thank you very much.

Okay, maybe i should stop my ranting. It's just that life's very effed up at the moment and i'm in a constant environment of stupidity thanks to my brother.

I really should delete this post sometime.

Anger is not good. Yes. Anger isn't good.

I really need happy posts on my blog.

Ah. It's raining.

I need to bash something up with a waterpipe.

I'll be back later. =)

11:14 AM
Even if the morrow is barren of promises, Nothing shall forestall my return.