Tuesday, January 01, 2008

When I Grow up....

Have you ever stopped to ponder, what will I be when I grow up? This isn't necessarily to the kids out there, but also to the adults who have not gotten jobs, or have not completed their studies yet.

When I was younger, around the age of 6, my teacher asked me: "Kethlyn, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
The other kids who were asked, either replied "Doctor, lawyer, Policeman or Fire Fighter". But my answer was different. So different that it was used as an object to mock at me. Why? Because I said I wanted to be a Fire Truck.

I could recall how everyone, including the teacher in the class started laughing. Some of them kept repeating what i said and laughed to themselves, as though it was the greatest joke that they have ever heard.

At that moment I wanted to cry. I wanted to beat my teacher up, I wanted to slap all the classmates who laughed at me. i was only 6 then, but so much hatred was building up in me. I couldn't do anything, because I was a kid.

I stood up and banged my fists against the table. So hard that everyone kept quiet. I stared at my teacher, not taking my eyes off her. I then said to her: "Laugh all you want. Everyone one of you! You may think it's stupid but the reason why I want to be a fire truck, is because they save lives. Stupid people like the police and fireman can't put out the fire without the hose, and you can't even get there without the truck. And you can't climb the building without the ladder! Now laugh lah!"

I was so furious that hot tears trickled down my cheeks. I wanted to cry, but I wanted to prove myself correct, MORE.

Silence filled the classroom, and I sat back down, still staring at my teacher.

At the end of the day, when my Mum came to fetch me back home. I ran to her, asking her to leave quickly, because I had a bad day, and wanted to forget everything. But, my teacher walked towards us just as we were about to leave. She praised me for standing firm on my answer and said that she was really sorry for laughing at me earlier on.


Thinking back on what happened, I really felt like slapping myself for giving such an answer. True, the fire truck does do wonders but fire trucks aren't humans. Oh well, I was only 6.


Today, I sat in my room all day, figuring out what I should do with myself after i graduate from WRS. What course should I apply? Where should I go? What am I supposed to do? And the thought that got me interested most was: how will I look like a few years from now?

My brothers are betting that I'll look like Kat Von D. If you're wondering who she is, she's a tattoo artist, she dresses like a hippie and she used to work in Miami ink. She now has her own shop called High Voltage and she has her own tattoo show called "LA ink". If you're wondering how I know all this, let's just say I'm a really big fan of her. And she's pretty too, at least to me.

Her tattoo skills are awesome, especially her portraits.
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I like the stars that are tattooed on her eyebrows.

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But I'll definitely try not to be like her, mainly because she doesn't look appropriate for jobs like lawyers and all. Hahaha.

If you're wondering what job I plan to get in the near future, I want to be a psychologist that works in the law firm. I also want to hold lectures on psychology so that people are more aware of themselves and their behavior as well as get involved with the Boys home, Girls home and so on. I want to help people.

Thinking too much eh? Well, that's a dream to me. Whether my dream comes true or not, comes from all the hard work that I'll have to put in from now on.

Oh, the thought of the torturous amount of hard work that I have to put in, makes me feel like puking. Why can't Life be simple? We carry out our everyday routines, just that there's no such thing as money. Everyone can have what they want and need, without having to pay for anything. everyone lives in harmony, we share and care for one another. Thus, no one suffers, at all.

Why can't Life be like that?

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