I've got a Great Mum

Round two of the Preliminary Examinations are here, and I've yet to study for any of the subjects. It kinda' sucks, to see everyone studying, and not cooperating with you by going on the "Procrastination strike". But it sucks even more to not study, and know that everyone else is studying, and passing their examinations.


Anyway, moving on to Today's Topic. The reason I my title for the post is as stated is well, everyone has a good mum, even if she's mean and nasty and rude towards you. And makes you do all the chores and spits at you if you missed a spot. But no matter what, we should be appreciative towards the people who brought us Life, the people who brought us to this world, even if we're liking it or not. And definitely to our mums, who go through so much pain in Labour.


See, I have always been commented to have one of the worst dressings ever. Maybe it's because people understand why I dress that way, or maybe it's just my taste in clothes. I wore wooden bracelets, chokers and belts. Yeah, I'm a fire hazard. Dark colours filled my wardrobe. I carried bags that resembled the ones monks carried.

People, friends especially, always made fun of me, because I wasn't dressed to the trend. But I liked how I dressed. Not only was I comfortable, I was relaxed, and I liked the Caribbean impression the clothes gave.

I wasn't the pretty one either. I never wore make up before. And I stopped wearing dresses when I was 5. The first few years of my adolescence age were filled with Basketball shorts, Fbts and dry-fit Jerseys. Till now, I never believed in being a "fashionista" because anyone, and everyone can follow trends, and trends would mean that you needed money to constantly "update" yourself. I was fine with being me, and I felt that the money spent on clothes could be put to better use, like food, and the SPCA.

I was more of a plain Jane, but with weird (as people claim) interests. I loved horror and gore, blood and sadistic movies. I love body piercing and tattoos,but people think it's horrible to hurt our own body. But I saw these as Art. I wanted corset piercings, tongue piercings, dermal anchor and definitely tattoos. But it's the fear of being judged by people, that stops me.

I was never in agreement with my friends, on the Hot guys. I guess my taste in guys also was very much different from my friends. Most simply asked me to be a Lesbian.

I was different. Even my taste in music differed. I liked some of the "in" music, like Chris Brown, Jordin Sparks, and definitely David Cook. But I turned more to Oldies, Heavy Metal and even the Blues. I loved how the Oldies had meaningful and soothing lyrics to them, unlike the very much trendy Rap that modern people abuse, by basically talking about money, drugs, women and sex. If you ask me about rap, I'd say I loved it back then, with artistes like Snoop Dogg, Bubba Sparks and Eminem.

Heavy Metal was only when I needed some Adrenaline pumping. It was good to listen to it when you're bored but never when you're angry, because these songs are known to stimulate more anger in you. Funny, but some of them actually have meaningful lyrics to them. But still, people found them as noise.

But the best songs that I like, are the laid back ones. Colbie Caillat, Micheal Buble, Jack Johnson, Jason castro and even Bob Marley. Songs that you can listen to, at the bar, or lounge. SLow paced and relaxing, it definitely gives the "chill" attitude.


People have often asked what I wanted to be when I grow up. They would often say that I should be some rebel who did some "on and off" jobs, because I resembled one in their eyes. Most of them would criticize me or laugh hysterically when I told them that I wanted to be in the Education System. Law has always been my father's dream and he has been pushing me to aim for it, but without the passion, no point in going after the dream. No?

Children has always been one of my love, together with Animals. My ambition is to either be in the Education System or be a Vet. I scratched off the idea of being a Vet, because animals are love, and it is a pleasure to heal them and take care of them. But I can't bear the idea of seeing them in their last struggle in death.


When I asked them what was so funny about me being an educator, they often said that they could not picture someone like me, someone who loves all the oddest things in Life, to inspire people. Some said that I talked or rather gossiped too much, but hey, I would never gossip about anyone unless it is of something that is really bothering me. I've never gossiped with someone who never gossip back, so you're just as gossipy as me.

Some even said that my stubborness and my mouth would get my into trouble. But I assured them, that I always fight for what's right, even if the whole world is against me. But I'll accept defeat if I'm really proven wrong.

I want to be a psychologist, and specialise in Early Childhood. But with the mockery of people I cherish most, my friends, how can I be determined? If they already think this way, what would others, people who don't know me, think of me?


It was hurtful to know of all these things. Most say I'm sensitive. So what's not sensitive to you?


That is why I turn to my mum,the saviour.

I don't know about all mums, but mine would always praise me for what I did. She never doubted in my capabilities, and was happy that wanted to carry forth her dream, of furthering into inspiring kids in Education.

My mum always said that I was prettier than any girl I compared myself with. And it always ended in a joke, with my thickskinned self claiming to win the Miss Singapore contests, that I decided not to sign up because I wanted to give others a chance to win, before I stepped up to the game.

And when I told my mum about all the feedbacks and problems that I was facing, she never fails to brighten things up. Though her words always make me giggle, because of the funny twist she puts in everything, her words do mean alot to me, because they actually drive me on, and not give up.

She often use other people as examples to boost my self esteem, and for that I am grateful. Despite her disagreements with the things I like, my mum has never once stopped me, but instead encouraged me,as she feels that I am aware of what I am doing.


My mum is lovely, and I'm glad that she has been by me for all my Life. I just wish that I could return the favour, and help her remove all her problems, just like how she did to mine.





Good night.







Ps: To Cheryl, Samantha, Yong Wei and all those who are wondering if I attended Omy's blog awards, I did! I was standing at the back most of the time. I didn't wave or said hi to you guys because I felt really awkward. And I like the whole "I don't see you, but you're here" kind of thing. Hahah, I can be a spy some day.

Well, if there's another big event, maybe I'll comeby and wave at you guys eh?