URL Change

Hi Humans!

I am here to announce something of utmost importance.

As you can see, I have changed my blog template. It is now bright and beautiful - something I've been trying to achieve since I've started blogging.

Do you like my new header?

I designed it myself. I know it's extremely plain, but I'm afraid if I added anything to it it'll ruin the whole thing.

Where did I come up with this name for my blog?

Well, honestly, I've had that phrase in my head for years now. It all started when I saw Teressa's (@CheekyTeressa_X) photo on her facebook page.(Oh and you should check out her photography facebook page: Teressa's Photography. It's gorgeous.) She went to the Zoo and she photographed one of her friends holding out a large feather. I stared at the photo and the phrase just popped in my head. Ooh. Noel was feeling poetic then.

And then I guess it has just stuck since then. If you follow me on tumblr (which I'm assuming you don't because nobody follows me on tumblr), I am a-feather-for-a-dream there. I suppose I thought that the name is tumblr enough (not really).

And what is the announcement of utmost importance? I'm getting to that.

My blog has been darkangel3663.blogspot.com since the dawn of time. Well, basically since 2008, back when I started the blog out of pure boredom. You can read my first ever post in the world here: NOEL WAS SO AWKWARD BACK THEN. I cringe at my grammar errors, but it seems so ever cruel to change 12-year-old Noel's first post on her blog. I was such a dork. Not that that has changed.

Anyway, me being the 12-year-old that I was, seemed to be obsessed with the fact that I had to have a cool online persona and have a dark and mysterious name. And.. I decided on Dark Angel because it was cool. And I like being cool. I even designed a logo guys. I'm not even joking:

I don't remember how old I was when I did this. But I remember I was not 12 anymore. (Yes, using Paint; because I'm fabulous like that)

I am such an artist.

I created this blog when I finished primary school. And thus, finishing secondary school, I am going to change my url. It won't affect those who already follow me on blogger, but I don't doubt that it will confuse some of my usual readers who type in my url into the bar the old-fashioned-way (Baba I'm talking about you).

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: I AM GOING TO CHANGE MY URL TO

www.a-feather-for-a-dream.blogspot.com

It's important. Very important. 

I tried googling how to redirect people from my old url. And there was a lot of technical terms on the blog that made me want to sob. However, for my loyal followers, I am willing to give it a shot. Just for you guys. 

I'll be changing my url tomorrow okay? Meanwhile, I am still currently www.darkangel3663.blogspot.com. However, starting from 8pm tomorrow (Malaysian time), I am changing to www.a-feather-for-a-dream.blogspot.com. 

I hope you guys have fun in the meantime. 

(Please don't stop reading my blog once I change my url. Please.)

Big Changes Are Happening To This Angel

Creep - Radiohead

Song: Creep
Singer/Band: Radiohead
Album: Pablo Honey
Released: 1992
Genre: Alternative Rock, Grunge

Original Cover Art

Lyrics & Chords:
G
When you were here before
                         B
Couldn't look you in the eyes
                 C
You look like an angel
                   Cm
Your skin makes me cry

                 G
You float like a feather
              B
In a beautiful weather
             C
I wish I was special
                  Cm
You're so f*cking special

Chorus:
               G
     But I'm a creep
           B
     I'm a wierdo
                              C
     What the hell am I doin' here
                    Cm
     I don't belong here


I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I wanna perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
When I'm not around

You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special....

(then something like this...)
oooh... she's running away....she's running...run..run...run..ruuuuun

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so f*cking special
Wish I was special...

Taken from ultimate-guitar.com

Noel's Lyric Interpretation:
The lyrics are basically talking about someone who thinks he's unworthy of a particular someone's love. He is conflicted with wanting to be loved and his self-loathe. Battling with his own demons. I guess most of the people in the world, especially teenagers can relate to the song, as most of us are struggling with our weight, our looks and having a crush on someone deemed 'out of our league'. It's honestly a very depressing song. However, combined with the spacey feel of the guitars and drums, it gives you a vibe, like you're floating in outer space.

♪  ♫  ♪  ♫  ♪  ♫  ♫  ♪  ♫  ♪  ♫  ♪

The other day I had a request from Yiwena (@yWtorres9) to do this song. It's a really great song with lyrics that hit close to heart.

I wanted to play this song on guitar so you could actually see my face lol, but instead I chose to play the piano because well, the chords are hard to play and I'm lazy to practice.

So obviously I went out of tune in some places. Sorry about that. I can't hit high notes yo. I can't really sing tbh. But yeah. It gave Yiwena goosebumps.

Mmmnnfffff. Fun fact: I uploaded the video using The Star's internet. Cheerio.

I'm open to requests and stuff. Drop me a comment or tweet :)

You should subscribe to my Youtube Channel : Noel's Youtube Channel

Creepy Angel

Post SPM Feelings + 2014

I guess I want to tell you a long-winded story about how I was the last person to end my SPM in my school because I take EST and how lonely the school was and how annoying it felt to know that everyone had finished except you and that the girl who was taking the exam with you didn't bother to share tips and how to answer the paper and you leave the exam room feeling so odd and contradicted.

But I won't. Because that would make me lame. And I don't want to be lame.

Hah.

Alright. Let me list out the things I said I would do after SPM.

1. Buy a new guitar. 
2. Get a laptop. 
3. Get a smartphone. 
4. Work out. 
5. Dye my hair. 
6. Drive everywhere. 
7. Learn cooking.
8. Get a boyfriend.

Hah.

Now let me list out the things I actually did after SPM

1.  Got fat.
2. Acquired insomnia. 
3. Read books. 
4. Failed to update blog. 
5. Got and internship. 

Hah.

*Moans like a walrus* Helpppppp I don't know what to tell you guys.

Have you any idea how many drafts I started but did not complete? I just had a spur-of-a-moment thing and decided to write something, anything, but then I would get distracted by butterfly fluttering about or something and float away. Yup. Attention span of a squirrel.

 Okay. I'm gonna make another list y'know. So that ya'll know what I have in store for you in 2014 (this should be a whole new '2014 I'm gonna...' post but MEH)

1. Book reviews. 
2. Music covers.
3. Food posts. 
4. Travel posts. 
5. OOTD posts (that one I'm still contemplating mainly because I'm currently overweight and all and my outfits usually suck anyway) 
6. Nicer blog template + layout.

So yeah. 2014.  May you be fun and awesome and stuff.

Oh yes, one more thing. On 1/1/2014 I went out with some of my church buddies

Anyway we were deciding what to do, and we wanted to watch movies. So we were discussing what to watch, and then there was this 18 over movie - Riddick. And I said: 'But we can't watch that.' And they all stared and my and said: 'Noel, it's 2014, we're 18 now.'

And I had to process that fact in my brain for a few minutes.

Oh yeah. 18 this year. Hmm. But honestly, I don't want to watch 18 over movies. They are much more gory and filled with swear words. I would rather watch something like.... Frozen (yes I'm desperate to watch it) or something superhero-ey.

So ironic. 18 and still wants to watch G-rated movies.

Anyway, I just came back from Thailand and my Hometown, Kedah.

So I guess I'll be writing on that soon (VERY SOON OKAY)

Um well, this is an extremely awkward post.

Have a great 2014 everyone. May it be the year you smile when you remember.

Sneakily Using Somebody Else's Internet Angel

Stu(dying)?

Hiatus

Welcome to my fugly blog. Where everything is fugly.

I know, I changed the background AGAIN. But it was by accident I swear. I was just tweaking the template instead of studying and I inserted this JPEG made by Austin because I am @NoelHasFeathers which directly translates in Malay to Noel Mempunyai Bulu which translates back into English again to Noel Has Body Hair. I do have body hair so... It's not that funny ok?

Then he compensated his rudeness by drawing a nicer version. Bling bling Noel yo.

Hahaha thanks Austin! So I used it anyway.

EEEEK BUT MY BLOG NOT NICEEEEE. SIGH.

Anyway. I swear that I will spend like a whole freaking day making my blog look nicer. Not as messy as now. And as I've said before, there are TONS of plans for my bloggie dearest! So come back in 2014 lol

As you can see from the title. I'm going on a Hiatus. I just learned this word. Well basically I've been going on a Hiatus since the starting of the year. I've had so much events that I've wanted to blog about, but I resisted. I know like 20 years later, I'll regret what I did because I don't have anything to look back on my final year in Secondary school. Sure, there's facebook an all, but there's nothing that I  wrote, y'know?

But I hope it's worth it.

Okay, bye. Err. I don't know when I'll show up again ._______________.

So here's a photo of me recently.

Those aren't even my flowers.

Hiatus Angel

The Trials Essay

Future 

Dear children,
Who would have known that the Unicorns would be our saviour?

The memory is as clear as crystal. The year was 2313. I was only 5 years old. Born into a world where  colours don't exist anymore. Everything was in shades of browns and greys. The world was desolate and barren, new life was instantly swept away by the swirling tornadoes and icy blizzards.

Everyday we woke up to ash and dust. A different hill, a different patch of dead grass, but ash and dust, they are the same. Like all the other tribes, we too were nomads. Walking on and on when the Orange Star started to sink beneath the horizon, seeking shelter or food if any. We don't need maps of any sort because everywhere we go, it is the same. Shells of concrete, abandoned, plastic devices littering the floor, crushed by the past, satellites above our heads, frozen in orbit.

The people were the same too. Not a single hair on our bodies - what's the use for them anyway? Bathrooms were something of the past - eyes a pale grey, cheeks sunken, teeth rotted away, lips cracked and barely visible, donning rags and scraps of fabric scavenged from wherever we sheltered. Why did we still cover our skeletal frames, I did not understand. Perhaps it was to cover up the tumours and multi-hue rashes, dotted all around our bodies. Or was it that modesty still remained?

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years ticked by. But we did not die. We could not die. Our bodies had grown immune to death probably because we were surrounded by death all the time. We amused ourselves with tales from the time before; when our kind danced and sang songs of praise to green things called 'trees' and colourful things called 'flowers'. They said that once the world was beautiful, vibrant, bursting with life. But those were just bedtime stories so that we could sleep better knowing our has beens.

Perhaps it was that slight comfort, that slight hope that lead us to the Unicorns.

We were wandering about as usual, the Other-Orange-Star-That-Did-Not-Light was high up in the sky, round and full, illuminating our way. We stopped by another concrete shell, split up to search for anything edible and started to settle down till the Orange Star rose up again.

I wandered off to an unknown territory, drawn by a smell I cannot fathom. What met my eyes was a sight so glorious, so wonderful it still puts a smile to my face when I recall.

A lush field of green, green grass dotted with colours I have only ever dreamt of. Flowers, these things are called, flowers. They filled the air with a pleasant scent that lured me to take a deep breath and fill my sore lungs with it's nectar.

A single structure stood tall and proud in the middle of the field, it looked like an umbrella. Fascinated and curious, I slowly made my way across the field, towards the tree. The green grass withered ever so slightly when my bare feet came in contact with it but I was too mesmerized to take notice.

As I reached the structure, I placed my hands on it's firm and rough surface. Instantly, I felt rejuvenated, my hunger gone, my thirst quenched, tiredness evaporated. I felt alive!

It was at this moment I heard a 'clickety-clackety' sound. As I turned around, I was brought to my knees as the beautiful creature before me trotted to a halt and stood tall and proud before me. It's body was pure white, whiter than the virgin snow, and it's mane was an array of colours, glistening and changing hues as it breathed in and out. But the most magnificent thing was not the beast's body, but it's horn. Standing at 1 metre long, it was the colour of mother-of-pearls with a swirling patter delicately engraved.

I knew it was a unicorn. I just knew.

"Dear child," the voice of the Unicorn boomed in my head. "We have been waiting for all of you."

It was then time went into hyper drive. The Unicorns explained to what's left of us humans that they were magical creatures from The Other Side. They were sent here, to save us as we were facing extinction. They touched us, one-by-one, with their horns and instantly, we changed; hair grew from our heads, our slight frames filled out, our eyes were restored to a dash of vibrant colour. We were human once again.

The Unicorns left us with the knowledge of agriculture. Little did we know, these were the things that we had lost through endless years of pollution, of destruction, of war. The Unicorns also left us with the culture and art that we thought had been stolen away by our ignorance and carelessness.

The Unicorns restored our humanity. They made us realize that we brought destruction upon our own selves. They made us understand that there was more to life than just roaming around with no purpose. They showed us that Faith and Dreams has always been alive in this desolate land, patiently waiting for us to explore it like it's never been explored before.

Dear Children,
This is not a bedtime story. Do not walk down that same path. This may be our future.

This is my Trials essay. I don't like how it turned out. It is definitely wince worthy. I didn't have enough time. Towards the end, it became a bit nonsensical and ranty. I cringe.

However, I managed to score 49/50. What? I didn't even liked this essay that much. My Midterm essay was so much more better (you can read it here). Judge for yourself.

Update: I guess I should clarify, that this is not 100% my Trials essay. Of course, within the time limit, I made some grammar/spelling mistakes. And also, I've changed some parts of the last paragraphs, made it nicer and not too maniacal (because I had to literally write non-stop towards the end when my time ran out, what with my Maths teacher knocking on my table to remind me that I am too slow). So thank you for the lovely support and comments guys, I really appreciate it. I just wanted to make myself clear. 

I don't wanna talk about my Trials results. I've improved for every subject, but not as much as I liked. As my friends all score A's and A pluses, I'm here trying to be happy with my B plus.

I hate it when they get super pissed or emo when they get lower marks than what they expected. Am I supposed to feel sorry for them? Or am I supposed to feel sorry for myself because I am not up to their standards.

I know I shouldn't compare, I shouldn't complain, but there is so much rage inside of me. I don't know where to place it besides here.

And I'm going to fail Add Maths again. Even though I tried really really really fcuking hard to make it work this time. It didn't. Well. I don't know if I should laugh or cry, really.

Hah.

POSITIVITY, NOEL. POSITIVITY.

Remind me to read this after SPM. I want to laugh at ranting Noel. Really.

I don't think I'll have a chance to update this anymore. SPM kan?

I miss my brother.

Farewell, dear blog. Till we meet again.

Wants to Cry but Cannot Cry Because Life is Weird Like That Angel