Taken from the description: "A day in the life of a typical working class Singaporean named Terry reveals to us many Singaporean characteristics that we do not pay much attention to. This film shows how little things can bring out the "singaporean-ness" in us, and gives us a good reason to be proud of our country. ".
Just be wary of who the person might actually be, the next time you plan on "jio-ing"/ whistling at someone.
What the actor and actress in Titanic, actually wanted to say. In hokkien!
This video is a parody of Wonder Girl's 'Nobody'. Done by Mr Brown and gang, they comeback with hilarious lyrics (to the tune of Nobody) based on the recent H1Ni pandemic.
*Credits to Rafidah
And what good way to end this post other than to show you my favourite video? Pokemon used to be one of my favourite cartoons but I soon got confused over the many versions of it.
And this my friends, is an awesome video of the Pokemon theme song.
Enjoy!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Video!
I once dedicated an entire post to videos found on Youtube a long time ago. I posted videos such as the Tamil thriller, the colourful Hokkien Songs, the two talented guys, and also, the two hilarious girls.
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Now, over the years, we've seen tonnes of videos of people performing covers of great artistes. And we've seen many hilarious parodies of certain artistes as well. In fact, I've even seen subliminal messages in some videos such as Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven (below).
Even songs by Rihanna were not left untouched. The wonders of Youtube.
We've seen and heard all of this already. So what's new?
The Hokkien Version of Rihanna's hit song, "Umbrella"!
Till then!
Yes, it's a new layout for my blog. Fresher, cleaner look. And of course, with a huge writing space for my posts.
Loves
Click Here to watch them again!
Click Here to watch them again!
Click Here to watch them again!
Click Here to watch them again!
Click Here to watch them again!
Now, over the years, we've seen tonnes of videos of people performing covers of great artistes. And we've seen many hilarious parodies of certain artistes as well. In fact, I've even seen subliminal messages in some videos such as Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven (below).
Even songs by Rihanna were not left untouched. The wonders of Youtube.
We've seen and heard all of this already. So what's new?
The Hokkien Version of Rihanna's hit song, "Umbrella"!
Till then!
Yes, it's a new layout for my blog. Fresher, cleaner look. And of course, with a huge writing space for my posts.
Loves
Friday, May 29, 2009
Interviews
Interviews are my worst nightmare (other than having the lady from Ring crawl out of my TV, Chuckie to be under my bed, Freddy Krueger to live in my dreams, and Bloody Mary to live in my mirror and scary midget demonic clowns hopping /running around with minituare daggers all happening at the same time. Right Syuh?).
And I dread interviews so much. Why? It is actually not the fear of being rejected during the interview, but rather, not being prepared to give a speech about myself. I am fine with the fact that they ask questions that require me to state my point of view.
However, the killer question during the interview would have to be "Tell me about yourself". Trust me, if you were my interviewer, you'd pretty much want to smack me on the head. Because I always emphasize on the 'wrong' things.
Like in a recent interview that I went to, I was asked to tell them more about myself. And as always, I startd off with my interest. Soon enough, I landed myself in the "I appreciate Arts, but it wouldn't seem like the 'usual' Arts to some, because I enjoy tattoos and body piercings". And then, totally in my own zone, I'll relate incidents (sometimes even chuckling to myself) or events where I got to see beautiful art pieces (the tattoos and body piercings) up close and personal. And I even talked about wanting to head to Thailand to check out the Vegetarian festival because of the body piercings they do there.
The awkwardness would only come when I look up at them, to only see a horrified/bewildered face staring back at me.
And if that isn't bad enough, I have the habit of saying "Errhhh...", "Urm...." and even "And so on", so much that even I find it irritating.
Interviewer: So tell me something about yourself.
Me:I enjoy sports because I think that it is one of the few ways to unleash my potential without having to be judged based on my looks and speech. It also takes my mind of off things and so on.
If I were the interviewer, i'd simply shoot back with a "What the heck is so on?".
Thankfully, all the interviews that I have been to, have nice interviewers.
Why oh why must they have interviews for so many events? It's not as if we're attending some beauty pageant or anything like that. True, we'll be asked questions that require to be answered on the spot, but never something that suggests telling them more about myself.
But then again, it's funny as I relate the entire scenario back at home. I guess I'm so used to the fact that my family accepts Art and are really open-minded, that I relate my opinions just like how I do it at home. And it beats giving beauty pageant answers.
I think most of my classmates know about that part already, if they've been reading my answers on the various articles posted on MEL. And of course, my friends who may know too much about me and my point of view. Hahah!
And other than finding difficulty in giving almost perfect answers to the random questions, I still have no idea why people find it hard to accept those with piercings/tattoos/weird sense of dressing (Weird/unique, you decide).
No matter how much we try to not judge a book by its cover, we always end up doing it.
And sometimes, I hate myself for doing so because when placing myself in that person's shoes, I'd never want anyone to judge me/think of me/ treat me like how I do to some.
Ridiculous.
And now you know, as to why I hate going to interviews. And it's because of interviews that always make me miss fruitful experiences and adventures.
I do hope that I can conquer this fear, or at least find a better answer to the questions soon. Or else, I'm screwed for future careers.
Till then.
Loves.
And I dread interviews so much. Why? It is actually not the fear of being rejected during the interview, but rather, not being prepared to give a speech about myself. I am fine with the fact that they ask questions that require me to state my point of view.
However, the killer question during the interview would have to be "Tell me about yourself". Trust me, if you were my interviewer, you'd pretty much want to smack me on the head. Because I always emphasize on the 'wrong' things.
Like in a recent interview that I went to, I was asked to tell them more about myself. And as always, I startd off with my interest. Soon enough, I landed myself in the "I appreciate Arts, but it wouldn't seem like the 'usual' Arts to some, because I enjoy tattoos and body piercings". And then, totally in my own zone, I'll relate incidents (sometimes even chuckling to myself) or events where I got to see beautiful art pieces (the tattoos and body piercings) up close and personal. And I even talked about wanting to head to Thailand to check out the Vegetarian festival because of the body piercings they do there.
The awkwardness would only come when I look up at them, to only see a horrified/bewildered face staring back at me.
And if that isn't bad enough, I have the habit of saying "Errhhh...", "Urm...." and even "And so on", so much that even I find it irritating.
Interviewer: So tell me something about yourself.
Me:I enjoy sports because I think that it is one of the few ways to unleash my potential without having to be judged based on my looks and speech. It also takes my mind of off things and so on.
If I were the interviewer, i'd simply shoot back with a "What the heck is so on?".
Thankfully, all the interviews that I have been to, have nice interviewers.
Why oh why must they have interviews for so many events? It's not as if we're attending some beauty pageant or anything like that. True, we'll be asked questions that require to be answered on the spot, but never something that suggests telling them more about myself.
But then again, it's funny as I relate the entire scenario back at home. I guess I'm so used to the fact that my family accepts Art and are really open-minded, that I relate my opinions just like how I do it at home. And it beats giving beauty pageant answers.
I think most of my classmates know about that part already, if they've been reading my answers on the various articles posted on MEL. And of course, my friends who may know too much about me and my point of view. Hahah!
And other than finding difficulty in giving almost perfect answers to the random questions, I still have no idea why people find it hard to accept those with piercings/tattoos/weird sense of dressing (Weird/unique, you decide).
No matter how much we try to not judge a book by its cover, we always end up doing it.
And sometimes, I hate myself for doing so because when placing myself in that person's shoes, I'd never want anyone to judge me/think of me/ treat me like how I do to some.
Ridiculous.
And now you know, as to why I hate going to interviews. And it's because of interviews that always make me miss fruitful experiences and adventures.
I do hope that I can conquer this fear, or at least find a better answer to the questions soon. Or else, I'm screwed for future careers.
Till then.
Loves.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Videos!
In case you didn't know, I am a huge fan of Youtube. And every once in awhile, I'd be searching aimlessly around Youtube until I settle on something that really catches my eyes, ears and heart.
When it comes to singing, it's not what makes the song sound right, but it's what makes the song RIGHT. I don't have ideal genres that I worship in particular (it used to be in the Metal Genre, then shifted to Oldies, and then R&B. But I have since shifted my taste all around, because there can never be just one artist that is good.)
Anyways, the addiction to Adam Lambert and Susan Boyle is now over. I'm now totally head over heels for PS22 Chorus!
I think that this is by far their best video(below) because it's meaningful through the lyrics, and the kids portray the song is such a beautiful way that I can't stop replaying the video.
Great song choice by Perez and also great vocals from the kids.
Enjoy!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
And just before I end this post, I'd like to share two other videos.
Who'd knew that 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' could be sung in so many ways?!? I really enjoyed the first video and I think that Bhangra/Punjabi music is really upbeat and fast, so much that it makes you wanna' get on your feet to groove!
And no, this is not a means to be racist and make fun of their music. Douche Bags.
When it comes to singing, it's not what makes the song sound right, but it's what makes the song RIGHT. I don't have ideal genres that I worship in particular (it used to be in the Metal Genre, then shifted to Oldies, and then R&B. But I have since shifted my taste all around, because there can never be just one artist that is good.)
Anyways, the addiction to Adam Lambert and Susan Boyle is now over. I'm now totally head over heels for PS22 Chorus!
I think that this is by far their best video(below) because it's meaningful through the lyrics, and the kids portray the song is such a beautiful way that I can't stop replaying the video.
Great song choice by Perez and also great vocals from the kids.
Enjoy!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
Click Here to read more about PS22 Chorus!
And just before I end this post, I'd like to share two other videos.
Who'd knew that 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' could be sung in so many ways?!? I really enjoyed the first video and I think that Bhangra/Punjabi music is really upbeat and fast, so much that it makes you wanna' get on your feet to groove!
And no, this is not a means to be racist and make fun of their music. Douche Bags.
Random Updates
Look at how time flies.
It is already the 6th week for most of us and fortunately for me, I am still able to have a firm grip on my assignments without losing touch fun and the datelines of course!
I am pretty aware at how dead this blog is, needless to say, who reads it. But nevertheless, I would still be updating. And it's a warning to you guys, because the next few posts might be too wordy to handle.
Anyways, the past two weeks has been a change for me. Not only have a made new friends (from my class. Yes, that is how pathetic I am.), but I have been practically spending my 'after-school' time with them, be it for Lunch, Dinner or to simply hang out to chill.
And I have indeed had a blast with them. It's not that I have totally forgotten the old pals' that I used to hang out with (both in Poly and in Sec Sch). In fact, I've been keeping in touch with them(you guys know who you are!) because I do cherish the friendship lah (mushy moment).
But having to hang out with this bunch of friends is like a total refreshment. What do I mean by that? Well, I do enjoy every second with this group but what came as a shocker to me was how direct they were when I asked them about their first impression of me (no offence taken)!
Now I understand how people judge me when they see me from a distant away. However, it was hilarious when most of them actually told me of the confusion they had when I appeared to be so much more friendlier that they pictured me to be (because of my dyed hair, piercing and so on...)!
I guess as much as we'd all like others to not judge us by our 'covers', someway, somehow, we will be judged like that. It is either we accept and move on, or we stay put and whine about it.
As for me, I'm not the least bit offended. In fact, I like the idea of making people wonder what the hell is up with me. Like I said, it's the things that bewilder people, that make you stand out. Hahah!
Other than that, the past two weeks has been awesome. Got to know my classmates better, got to hate certain things here and there even more, and most importantly, I got to meet the Mucus Clan! Dark Berry Mocha Frap was gooooooood.
And Jeanice, you better give me back my wood bracelet or I'll bloody Mary you.
It is already the 6th week for most of us and fortunately for me, I am still able to have a firm grip on my assignments without losing touch fun and the datelines of course!
I am pretty aware at how dead this blog is, needless to say, who reads it. But nevertheless, I would still be updating. And it's a warning to you guys, because the next few posts might be too wordy to handle.
Anyways, the past two weeks has been a change for me. Not only have a made new friends (from my class. Yes, that is how pathetic I am.), but I have been practically spending my 'after-school' time with them, be it for Lunch, Dinner or to simply hang out to chill.
And I have indeed had a blast with them. It's not that I have totally forgotten the old pals' that I used to hang out with (both in Poly and in Sec Sch). In fact, I've been keeping in touch with them(you guys know who you are!) because I do cherish the friendship lah (mushy moment).
But having to hang out with this bunch of friends is like a total refreshment. What do I mean by that? Well, I do enjoy every second with this group but what came as a shocker to me was how direct they were when I asked them about their first impression of me (no offence taken)!
Now I understand how people judge me when they see me from a distant away. However, it was hilarious when most of them actually told me of the confusion they had when I appeared to be so much more friendlier that they pictured me to be (because of my dyed hair, piercing and so on...)!
I guess as much as we'd all like others to not judge us by our 'covers', someway, somehow, we will be judged like that. It is either we accept and move on, or we stay put and whine about it.
As for me, I'm not the least bit offended. In fact, I like the idea of making people wonder what the hell is up with me. Like I said, it's the things that bewilder people, that make you stand out. Hahah!
Other than that, the past two weeks has been awesome. Got to know my classmates better, got to hate certain things here and there even more, and most importantly, I got to meet the Mucus Clan! Dark Berry Mocha Frap was gooooooood.
And Jeanice, you better give me back my wood bracelet or I'll bloody Mary you.
Colourless
If you have been checking out my twitter and my previous post, you'd realize that I did brought up a topic about everyone on Earth being colourblind. What on Earth am I talking about? Well, it pretty much has to do with Racism.
I have always been bringing up issues about Racism that it pretty much sounds boring here. However, my friends, this entire post is about looking at racism in a different way.
What got me inspired to bring up Racism again? Let's just put it as 'Seeing and hearing too much' about it, especially from superiors whom I never expect would do so.
My opening statement for this topic: All of us are racist.
Now before you begin bombarding me with hateful comments, trying to separate yourselves from the term Racist, hear me out.
Remember the time someone asked you about another person? Not knowing his/her name, you begin describing their features; how tall they are, how they usually dress and so on.
I'm sure most of you are already thinking "What's so Racist about that?". Well, here is what makes it racist. I bet out of ten who reads this, at least 7 or 8 would have described the person, starting with the race first.
"You don't know who he is meh? The Malay boy, always wear skater shoes one lah. Got piercing here and there one. Quite tall, then always carry this and that, etc...".
To me, a racist does not necessarily mean you are someone who discriminates that certain race or cultural group.
To me, a racist is someone who draws a line between a race from another, even if it is by describing or using certain terms to describe them. In our case, the description of people is what disgust me. True enough, I am one of the many who describes someone starting with the assumed race first. However, I am trying to make an effort to change too. People do not deserve to be judged based on their skin colour or their race.
It is revolting to hear people term all Indians as Chee-ko-peks just because there have been a few cases where the Bangladeshis workers were involved in certain cases. It is even more disgusting to hear people conclude "Like all Indians" and so on. Note that this is merely an example of the terms used. I believe that there are many more racist terms that are used against innocent people.
Why am I being so aggresive against this topic? Well, I have had enough of people trying to guess my race and also, all the racist issues going on. It is definitely verbal harressment and needless to say, it is ridiculous.
How much for you to be in my shoes for a day? You'll experience the looks on people face when they hear that you are of mixed heritage, and that your dad is Indian. You'll not only get to see their facial expression change, but you'll also get to see how they begin avoiding you.
Truth to be told, Poly Life has been more smooth in terms of racist attacks from people. However, I still do get remarks from certain people about my heritage.
And for the record, the terms 'Black' and 'Negros' are equivalent to calling other races as cunts and pigs. So please stop terming people like so.
Shall we all make an effort to change then?
I have always been bringing up issues about Racism that it pretty much sounds boring here. However, my friends, this entire post is about looking at racism in a different way.
What got me inspired to bring up Racism again? Let's just put it as 'Seeing and hearing too much' about it, especially from superiors whom I never expect would do so.
My opening statement for this topic: All of us are racist.
Now before you begin bombarding me with hateful comments, trying to separate yourselves from the term Racist, hear me out.
Remember the time someone asked you about another person? Not knowing his/her name, you begin describing their features; how tall they are, how they usually dress and so on.
I'm sure most of you are already thinking "What's so Racist about that?". Well, here is what makes it racist. I bet out of ten who reads this, at least 7 or 8 would have described the person, starting with the race first.
"You don't know who he is meh? The Malay boy, always wear skater shoes one lah. Got piercing here and there one. Quite tall, then always carry this and that, etc...".
To me, a racist does not necessarily mean you are someone who discriminates that certain race or cultural group.
To me, a racist is someone who draws a line between a race from another, even if it is by describing or using certain terms to describe them. In our case, the description of people is what disgust me. True enough, I am one of the many who describes someone starting with the assumed race first. However, I am trying to make an effort to change too. People do not deserve to be judged based on their skin colour or their race.
It is revolting to hear people term all Indians as Chee-ko-peks just because there have been a few cases where the Bangladeshis workers were involved in certain cases. It is even more disgusting to hear people conclude "Like all Indians" and so on. Note that this is merely an example of the terms used. I believe that there are many more racist terms that are used against innocent people.
Why am I being so aggresive against this topic? Well, I have had enough of people trying to guess my race and also, all the racist issues going on. It is definitely verbal harressment and needless to say, it is ridiculous.
How much for you to be in my shoes for a day? You'll experience the looks on people face when they hear that you are of mixed heritage, and that your dad is Indian. You'll not only get to see their facial expression change, but you'll also get to see how they begin avoiding you.
Truth to be told, Poly Life has been more smooth in terms of racist attacks from people. However, I still do get remarks from certain people about my heritage.
And for the record, the terms 'Black' and 'Negros' are equivalent to calling other races as cunts and pigs. So please stop terming people like so.
Shall we all make an effort to change then?
Monday, May 18, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
When the Cat ran out of the bag
Remember Steven Lim?
I am not an avid fan of Steven Lim and his unique website. In fact I do not even visit his site at all. However, yesterday was an exception because I received a text from a friend of mine requesting that I check a certain part of his site out.
What was expected to be agonizing, was actually pretty amusing, as I scrolled though his website. In fact, I think I pretty much admire his courage (not him lah) of staying true to himself, despite people threatening him with death wishes and so on.
And despite all the hate tags, Steven Lim has grown to be a pretty well known celebrity, especially in the blogosphere.
But my concentration today isn't actually about Steven Lim. You see, my friend texted me for a reason. Apparently, Steven Lim had a modeling agency. And while looking through the portfolios of the models, guess who I saw?
Yup, you did not see it wrongly, Natalie is actually one of the model on Steven Lim's agency. i recommend clicking on her video profile to view her introduction and a little skit that she did.
Or you can Click Here!
Or you can Click Here!
Or you can Click Here!
Or you can Click Here!
Or you can Click Here!
Who knew she could act?
This is of course, not a post for mockery or anything close to it (so if you really need to comment, hit the comment tab on this post. I wish not to have a war on my tagboard please. Or better yet, keep your comments to yourself, or tell me in Msn if you have to.).
The discovery came as a surprise to me and since Natalie's on Steven Lim's site, I don't think it'll hurt to have her here on mine too!
Well that's it for now.
PS: Natalie Dearie, if you see this, do call a shrink. You definitely need one, pronto!
Loves.
I am not an avid fan of Steven Lim and his unique website. In fact I do not even visit his site at all. However, yesterday was an exception because I received a text from a friend of mine requesting that I check a certain part of his site out.
What was expected to be agonizing, was actually pretty amusing, as I scrolled though his website. In fact, I think I pretty much admire his courage (not him lah) of staying true to himself, despite people threatening him with death wishes and so on.
And despite all the hate tags, Steven Lim has grown to be a pretty well known celebrity, especially in the blogosphere.
But my concentration today isn't actually about Steven Lim. You see, my friend texted me for a reason. Apparently, Steven Lim had a modeling agency. And while looking through the portfolios of the models, guess who I saw?
Natalie Kang (Premier Package)
Ref No: 851
Occupation: Student Hgt: 168cm Wgt: 49kg DOB: 4 March 1992
Almost too pleasant to look at....Especially the nice white teeth which can easily endorse a toothpaste product, this caring attractive girl enjoy teaching preschools. Good for all events. Click here Natalie's video profile.
Yup, you did not see it wrongly, Natalie is actually one of the model on Steven Lim's agency. i recommend clicking on her video profile to view her introduction and a little skit that she did.
Or you can Click Here!
Or you can Click Here!
Or you can Click Here!
Or you can Click Here!
Or you can Click Here!
Who knew she could act?
This is of course, not a post for mockery or anything close to it (so if you really need to comment, hit the comment tab on this post. I wish not to have a war on my tagboard please. Or better yet, keep your comments to yourself, or tell me in Msn if you have to.).
The discovery came as a surprise to me and since Natalie's on Steven Lim's site, I don't think it'll hurt to have her here on mine too!
Well that's it for now.
PS: Natalie Dearie, if you see this, do call a shrink. You definitely need one, pronto!
Loves.
Breathe
When was the last time you actually took a deep breath of fresh air?
I believe that a breath of fresh air not only keeps you alive, but it also tells you that you're alive. And apart from that, it reminds you that just like water, breathing/air is just as important for our survival.
What I am trying to drive at isn't actually entirely about breathing. In actual fact, what I am trying to portray, is how breathing can impact one's Life. Let's just put aside all the scientific terms shall we?
Breathing to me is not only about acknowledging my existence, but it is also a tool which allows me to take deep breaths every few minutes to relax.
Now it may seem like a ridiculous excuse to let loose, but trust me. A few deep breaths a day, maybe even adding a little zoning out, may do you some good. I am still in the midst of this project. But I must say, it has made me see things in a much positive way. Of course, not positive thatlah.
But like I said, I am still learning to change.
Till then.
Loves.
I believe that a breath of fresh air not only keeps you alive, but it also tells you that you're alive. And apart from that, it reminds you that just like water, breathing/air is just as important for our survival.
What I am trying to drive at isn't actually entirely about breathing. In actual fact, what I am trying to portray, is how breathing can impact one's Life. Let's just put aside all the scientific terms shall we?
Breathing to me is not only about acknowledging my existence, but it is also a tool which allows me to take deep breaths every few minutes to relax.
Now it may seem like a ridiculous excuse to let loose, but trust me. A few deep breaths a day, maybe even adding a little zoning out, may do you some good. I am still in the midst of this project. But I must say, it has made me see things in a much positive way. Of course, not positive thatlah.
But like I said, I am still learning to change.
Till then.
Loves.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Making Frienemies
After the third week of school, I am proud to say that I finally am acknowledged in school!
Apparently during one of the lessons where we had to reveal an information about a classmate that no one else knew, a classmate of mine remarked that I had a very weird sense of dressing.
That comment then erupted into a class discussion where people added that I dressed very "Hawaiian" like, and some even said that it was their first time seeing someone who dresses like me!
No, I did not dress like that.
But why am I still so chirpy about my class's comments? Well, it just shows that I am not a trend follower, but rather a trend setter! I think I look good in how I dress, and finally people know of my existence in school! Weird or not, it depends on their taste of style. As for me, I accept weird as a compliment, because it brings me a step closer to being unique. Don't you think so?
So, a quick recap of the previous week, I made an entire or rather, most of the seniors in this particular club hate me. And the funny thing is, I did not even get a chance to annoy them. In fact, I had no chance to interact with them at all! The power of assumptions my friends, it can kill.
Then I had classmates discuss about my dressing style (as a class, with my lecturer!) as though I was a subject.
I have a strong feeling that people would idolize my dressing sense soon. Just you wait.
Oh, and I made tonnes of enemies with random perverts that added me/ I added when I engaged with them flirtatiously day after day before finally scaring them away when I claimed that I was the person that was in this photo:
Sadly, I did not save any of the chats that I had with them.
But what I did not understand was why they did not get the hint when I said that I loved 'slobbering myself in hot creamy butter', and 'jiggling my voluptuous gems at men'.
They must have thought of otherwise when all I intended to do was to speak the truth and nothing but the truth. Oh well...
But, there is actually one it that it absolutely mind-boggling to me. I actually made an enemy with someone when I showed him my actual photograph. How can?!?!
This person was actually a secondary school senior that I have never met before. We started off pretty okay, with random conversations here and there. Then there was the grand moment when he asked whether he could see my photograph. I told him that he could get it off of Facebook but he insisted that I send one to him.
Foolishly, I did. But that was where it pretty much ended. Apparently, he was someone who 'Anti's people like me; people who like piercings, tattoos and appreciate the various types of arts that are pretty much still a taboo around the world.
This (above) my friends, is just one of the many piercings carried out during the 'Vegetarian Festival' in Thailand.
Thus seeing that I had a lip piercing, dyed hair and so much more, he was pretty much enraged, and asked if I had any more piercings or tattoos.
Feeling that it was unnecessary for me to respond and be judged by what I look like, I simply ended the conversation with a "Go to hell. I don't see why you must make a big deal with what I like. You make it seem as though you need to control me. Like hello? I don't go around asking you/comparing you with the things I like or don't like. I just don't judge people like that. Dumb ass. Go bitch about anti-ing me to someone else, I don't give two f*cks about it".
Don't get this wrong. I'm actually a very nice person. That is, if you don't judge me for how I look/without getting to know me better lah.
Loves.
Apparently during one of the lessons where we had to reveal an information about a classmate that no one else knew, a classmate of mine remarked that I had a very weird sense of dressing.
That comment then erupted into a class discussion where people added that I dressed very "Hawaiian" like, and some even said that it was their first time seeing someone who dresses like me!
No, I did not dress like that.
But why am I still so chirpy about my class's comments? Well, it just shows that I am not a trend follower, but rather a trend setter! I think I look good in how I dress, and finally people know of my existence in school! Weird or not, it depends on their taste of style. As for me, I accept weird as a compliment, because it brings me a step closer to being unique. Don't you think so?
So, a quick recap of the previous week, I made an entire or rather, most of the seniors in this particular club hate me. And the funny thing is, I did not even get a chance to annoy them. In fact, I had no chance to interact with them at all! The power of assumptions my friends, it can kill.
Then I had classmates discuss about my dressing style (as a class, with my lecturer!) as though I was a subject.
I have a strong feeling that people would idolize my dressing sense soon. Just you wait.
Oh, and I made tonnes of enemies with random perverts that added me/ I added when I engaged with them flirtatiously day after day before finally scaring them away when I claimed that I was the person that was in this photo:
Sadly, I did not save any of the chats that I had with them.
But what I did not understand was why they did not get the hint when I said that I loved 'slobbering myself in hot creamy butter', and 'jiggling my voluptuous gems at men'.
They must have thought of otherwise when all I intended to do was to speak the truth and nothing but the truth. Oh well...
But, there is actually one it that it absolutely mind-boggling to me. I actually made an enemy with someone when I showed him my actual photograph. How can?!?!
This person was actually a secondary school senior that I have never met before. We started off pretty okay, with random conversations here and there. Then there was the grand moment when he asked whether he could see my photograph. I told him that he could get it off of Facebook but he insisted that I send one to him.
Foolishly, I did. But that was where it pretty much ended. Apparently, he was someone who 'Anti's people like me; people who like piercings, tattoos and appreciate the various types of arts that are pretty much still a taboo around the world.
This (above) my friends, is just one of the many piercings carried out during the 'Vegetarian Festival' in Thailand.
Thus seeing that I had a lip piercing, dyed hair and so much more, he was pretty much enraged, and asked if I had any more piercings or tattoos.
Feeling that it was unnecessary for me to respond and be judged by what I look like, I simply ended the conversation with a "Go to hell. I don't see why you must make a big deal with what I like. You make it seem as though you need to control me. Like hello? I don't go around asking you/comparing you with the things I like or don't like. I just don't judge people like that. Dumb ass. Go bitch about anti-ing me to someone else, I don't give two f*cks about it".
Don't get this wrong. I'm actually a very nice person. That is, if you don't judge me for how I look/without getting to know me better lah.
Loves.
Happy Mothers' Day!
Dear Mummy,
I remember vividly of the day that I was born. The instant love I felt when you cradled me so lovingly in your arms. You accepted me without any hesitation. And you cared for me and called me beautiful even though I may not have been the 'Perfect' child.
I remember clearly of the events that happened when I was still too young. But I understand everything now. And I thank you for being there for my brothers and I, for we would not have been able to survive without you.
I remember the times where you brought me for a swim. You had a phobia of the water, and yet, just for me, you went into the pool because I was such a pestering child. I remember how excited I was whenever we had snacks after swimming. I remember the times where you brought us to Toys R' Us to pick our own presents. I also remember how you always fought for us in school whenever our teacher complained about us. I remember everything you did, just to pacify my brothers and I.
A loving mother, you shielded us from all signs on danger, and have even gone to the extreme of putting your life in danger, just for us. You always had us placed as priority, even today. And despite all the many years of suffering, you always emerge as top despite all the struggling.
No words can describe how much we admire you. Your strength, courage, perseverance and of course, your love for us.
But sometimes, we kids just can't seem to agree with how adults think. And I apologize for the many times we made you disappointed, sad and even angry. Words do hurt and I believe that sometimes we say them without thinking about the feelings of others. And for that, I'm sorry.
I remember the day we made you cry. It was on your birthday, when you were 42. It keeps replaying in my head, and I don't think I can ever forgive myself, needless to say, my brothers as well. You don't deserve all this, not when you did so much for us.
It's time for us to spread our wings and take charge, because mummy, you are not any younger. And I promise, that we'll never ever let you down again.
Happy Mothers' Day mummy.
I remember vividly of the day that I was born. The instant love I felt when you cradled me so lovingly in your arms. You accepted me without any hesitation. And you cared for me and called me beautiful even though I may not have been the 'Perfect' child.
I remember clearly of the events that happened when I was still too young. But I understand everything now. And I thank you for being there for my brothers and I, for we would not have been able to survive without you.
I remember the times where you brought me for a swim. You had a phobia of the water, and yet, just for me, you went into the pool because I was such a pestering child. I remember how excited I was whenever we had snacks after swimming. I remember the times where you brought us to Toys R' Us to pick our own presents. I also remember how you always fought for us in school whenever our teacher complained about us. I remember everything you did, just to pacify my brothers and I.
A loving mother, you shielded us from all signs on danger, and have even gone to the extreme of putting your life in danger, just for us. You always had us placed as priority, even today. And despite all the many years of suffering, you always emerge as top despite all the struggling.
No words can describe how much we admire you. Your strength, courage, perseverance and of course, your love for us.
But sometimes, we kids just can't seem to agree with how adults think. And I apologize for the many times we made you disappointed, sad and even angry. Words do hurt and I believe that sometimes we say them without thinking about the feelings of others. And for that, I'm sorry.
I remember the day we made you cry. It was on your birthday, when you were 42. It keeps replaying in my head, and I don't think I can ever forgive myself, needless to say, my brothers as well. You don't deserve all this, not when you did so much for us.
It's time for us to spread our wings and take charge, because mummy, you are not any younger. And I promise, that we'll never ever let you down again.
Happy Mothers' Day mummy.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Home
Someone once told me that true love is hard to find. And once you find it, you'll never ever let it go because it practically fills the gaps that were missing all along, in your life.
I may be too young and may never experience true love, but I sure do know how similar it is to finding 'The Ideal Home' (coincidentally, Micheal Buble's 'Home' is playing on my Itunes).
When someone asks you, "What's your ideal home?", how would you respond?
Many would shoot away at the location of their house, then go into the details; from the exterior structure to the interior structure; from the exterior design to the interior designs; from the basic necessities to the decorative preferences.
Now with this image of your future home set in your mind, most of you would set sail, to go in search for it. But many never get to see the finishing line. Why? It's either they gave up halfway, or because they are not satisfied with what they found.
But what exactly is an Ideal Home? Just walk by the streets one day and try to spot a homeless person (just watch some clips/videos from the net if you can't find any). Ask him/her where his/her home is and they might even show it to you.
True enough, it may be a plain old cardboard to you. But to them, it means the world. Because it not only provides cushion (although very little) when they sleep, but it also shields them from the Sun and rain.
So what is you Ideal Home again? To me, an ideal home is all about feeling it. It does not even have to be an infrastructure. Just like in this the homeless person's case, it was his/her cardboard.
So what exactly do I mean by 'feeling it'? Well, I believe that an ideal home is about the welcoming feeling once you step into it. It is about belonging to it. And don't you want to head to bed knowing that you're safe from robbers/crooks/thieves/boogeyman?
Home is the place where you grow and learn. To me, an ideal home should feel like the love from my mum, the one who nurtured me. That is how my ideal home is.
So people, the next time someone asks you what your ideal home is, close your eyes, and envision the love from your family and friends. That is what your ideal home should be like. So don't let the materialistic world brainwash you into slogging and then spending tonnes of money buying houses just because the majority population wants their home to be like that. Stay true to your heart and no matter what type of home you get, cherish it and love it with all your heart, just like how your mum took care of you.
Because you never when the world turn their backs against you. Who will take you in? Your home of course.
Loves.
I may be too young and may never experience true love, but I sure do know how similar it is to finding 'The Ideal Home' (coincidentally, Micheal Buble's 'Home' is playing on my Itunes).
When someone asks you, "What's your ideal home?", how would you respond?
Many would shoot away at the location of their house, then go into the details; from the exterior structure to the interior structure; from the exterior design to the interior designs; from the basic necessities to the decorative preferences.
Now with this image of your future home set in your mind, most of you would set sail, to go in search for it. But many never get to see the finishing line. Why? It's either they gave up halfway, or because they are not satisfied with what they found.
But what exactly is an Ideal Home? Just walk by the streets one day and try to spot a homeless person (just watch some clips/videos from the net if you can't find any). Ask him/her where his/her home is and they might even show it to you.
True enough, it may be a plain old cardboard to you. But to them, it means the world. Because it not only provides cushion (although very little) when they sleep, but it also shields them from the Sun and rain.
So what is you Ideal Home again? To me, an ideal home is all about feeling it. It does not even have to be an infrastructure. Just like in this the homeless person's case, it was his/her cardboard.
So what exactly do I mean by 'feeling it'? Well, I believe that an ideal home is about the welcoming feeling once you step into it. It is about belonging to it. And don't you want to head to bed knowing that you're safe from robbers/crooks/thieves/boogeyman?
Home is the place where you grow and learn. To me, an ideal home should feel like the love from my mum, the one who nurtured me. That is how my ideal home is.
So people, the next time someone asks you what your ideal home is, close your eyes, and envision the love from your family and friends. That is what your ideal home should be like. So don't let the materialistic world brainwash you into slogging and then spending tonnes of money buying houses just because the majority population wants their home to be like that. Stay true to your heart and no matter what type of home you get, cherish it and love it with all your heart, just like how your mum took care of you.
Because you never when the world turn their backs against you. Who will take you in? Your home of course.
Loves.
Random Updates
This is not a sympathetic post.
A quick update on my life.
This week was pretty much a downside for me.
The 'highlight' of the week that left me downhearted would have to be the event on Thursday. I would not be revealing the details as to what happened exactly nor would I be revealing who were involved. In fact, I myself am not sure who were involved, other than myself of course.
What was so bad that it nearly brought me to tears? Well, let me just give a brief description of it (yes, the influence of presentations and summaries.).
I was practically defamed by a group of 'Seniors'.
I was criticized from head to toe. Nothing was left untouched. I was criticized for pretending to be really good at this certain skill when I am actually not. The remarks of not having any friends in this certain organization seemed amusing to them. Apparently I was trying to hard to have the 'look' that I was pretty fake to them (dry fit and FBT shorts were attacked too). Even my shoe was criticized, because they felt that I did not deserve to wear such shoes which was only for certain skilled people.
And you know what was damn bloody irritating? They tried chasing me away from where I was sitting, by constantly stepping back from their spot, to where I was sitting. So much that I had to shift myself away.
What was agonizing was not only the fact that I was sitting alone the entire time while they critiqued me, but also because none of them knew me at all, needless to say my name, background and capabilities, and yet i was rudely mocked at, for something they assumed was true, which in actual fact, is not at all.
But what was funny was that, they actually were conversing in Mandarin, and thinking that I was a Non-Chinese, they rattled away, critiquing me till they could not find anything else on me to pick on.
The start of Thursday had already been a bad day, and I did not need any more issues added. But I guess I have a strong magnetic field to it, and this happened. Frustrated, I couldn't help but 'replay' all the bad stuff that happened ( I have this habit of replaying scenes, be it good or bad.) on that very Thursday. As much as I tried to stay strong, (it's sickening sometimes to have never ending issues, both at home and in school. And worst if you're not able to help or even solve it. This does not apply to simply obstacles. And of course, everyone has obstacles in their life, that's just part and parcel of Life, right?) I couldn't help but blink away the tears because I did not want to raise the white flag.
Yes, the average human's instant reaction would be: "@#$%&*, screw them all!", followed by stomping off with your bag.
But you know what, I stayed on. No, not because I am stupid. But because I live for passion and for nothing else. Why should I let myself be demoralized and avoid something that I love, just because of immature imbeciles like them?
At the very least, I got to know how people think of me by my first impression. And if the morning 'events' hadn't ruined my day, I would have even chuckled with them, adding on that I looked disastrous with my unkempt hair and hole in my lip (I took out my lip stud because I didn't want to risk having my lips torn). And it would have been an epic moment to see their shocked faces, that the person that they were talking about actually understood what they were saying!
Yes, I do regret not doing that. Doesn't it just suck sometimes when you've done something, and after thinking it over, you wished you reacted differently?
But anyhow, I can't be bothered anymore. Because the matter was brought up during their debriefing (yes, I complained. I was in the whine-y, child-like mood. And the watery eyes made things easier, but more attention seeking-like for me. I just couldn't help it.).
And of course, this matter would not have been solved if not for Fann, Ina, Gina, Janice (all of them were there to comfort, encourage and support me as to not give up) and this other guy (which I have no idea what his name is).
And I'm doing pretty fine now. In fact, I find it amusing.
It was hilarious recalling how I reacted to it. In fact, the entire scene was funny. They should submit this scenario to FMyLife. Purely Epic.
It should go something like this :
"My friends and I were making fun of this girl while standing infront of her. She looked like a Malay, so we babbled on and on in Mandarin. We criticized every single detail about her, from head to toe. Nothing was left untouched. We had a blast, and we spoke superbly loud because we knew that she did not understand us. But halfway through the training, she actually spoke in Mandarin, and after training, our 'leader' confronted us with this issue. F*ck Our Lives."
Putting all these aside (retarded imbeciles shall not be acknowledged. Don't you agree?), the rest of the week was pretty okay. I had attachment on Tuesday, and boy, was the kids lovely!
School work is piling up, I seriously need to strategise and plan my daily time-table properly. If not, I'll land back to where I was during the Prelims; Pathetic.
I'll end here for now. Remember people, the next time you wish to bad-mouth someone, don't do it infront of that person lah.
Loves.
A quick update on my life.
This week was pretty much a downside for me.
The 'highlight' of the week that left me downhearted would have to be the event on Thursday. I would not be revealing the details as to what happened exactly nor would I be revealing who were involved. In fact, I myself am not sure who were involved, other than myself of course.
What was so bad that it nearly brought me to tears? Well, let me just give a brief description of it (yes, the influence of presentations and summaries.).
I was practically defamed by a group of 'Seniors'.
I was criticized from head to toe. Nothing was left untouched. I was criticized for pretending to be really good at this certain skill when I am actually not. The remarks of not having any friends in this certain organization seemed amusing to them. Apparently I was trying to hard to have the 'look' that I was pretty fake to them (dry fit and FBT shorts were attacked too). Even my shoe was criticized, because they felt that I did not deserve to wear such shoes which was only for certain skilled people.
And you know what was damn bloody irritating? They tried chasing me away from where I was sitting, by constantly stepping back from their spot, to where I was sitting. So much that I had to shift myself away.
What was agonizing was not only the fact that I was sitting alone the entire time while they critiqued me, but also because none of them knew me at all, needless to say my name, background and capabilities, and yet i was rudely mocked at, for something they assumed was true, which in actual fact, is not at all.
But what was funny was that, they actually were conversing in Mandarin, and thinking that I was a Non-Chinese, they rattled away, critiquing me till they could not find anything else on me to pick on.
The start of Thursday had already been a bad day, and I did not need any more issues added. But I guess I have a strong magnetic field to it, and this happened. Frustrated, I couldn't help but 'replay' all the bad stuff that happened ( I have this habit of replaying scenes, be it good or bad.) on that very Thursday. As much as I tried to stay strong, (it's sickening sometimes to have never ending issues, both at home and in school. And worst if you're not able to help or even solve it. This does not apply to simply obstacles. And of course, everyone has obstacles in their life, that's just part and parcel of Life, right?) I couldn't help but blink away the tears because I did not want to raise the white flag.
Yes, the average human's instant reaction would be: "@#$%&*, screw them all!", followed by stomping off with your bag.
But you know what, I stayed on. No, not because I am stupid. But because I live for passion and for nothing else. Why should I let myself be demoralized and avoid something that I love, just because of immature imbeciles like them?
At the very least, I got to know how people think of me by my first impression. And if the morning 'events' hadn't ruined my day, I would have even chuckled with them, adding on that I looked disastrous with my unkempt hair and hole in my lip (I took out my lip stud because I didn't want to risk having my lips torn). And it would have been an epic moment to see their shocked faces, that the person that they were talking about actually understood what they were saying!
Yes, I do regret not doing that. Doesn't it just suck sometimes when you've done something, and after thinking it over, you wished you reacted differently?
But anyhow, I can't be bothered anymore. Because the matter was brought up during their debriefing (yes, I complained. I was in the whine-y, child-like mood. And the watery eyes made things easier, but more attention seeking-like for me. I just couldn't help it.).
And of course, this matter would not have been solved if not for Fann, Ina, Gina, Janice (all of them were there to comfort, encourage and support me as to not give up) and this other guy (which I have no idea what his name is).
And I'm doing pretty fine now. In fact, I find it amusing.
It was hilarious recalling how I reacted to it. In fact, the entire scene was funny. They should submit this scenario to FMyLife. Purely Epic.
It should go something like this :
"My friends and I were making fun of this girl while standing infront of her. She looked like a Malay, so we babbled on and on in Mandarin. We criticized every single detail about her, from head to toe. Nothing was left untouched. We had a blast, and we spoke superbly loud because we knew that she did not understand us. But halfway through the training, she actually spoke in Mandarin, and after training, our 'leader' confronted us with this issue. F*ck Our Lives."
Putting all these aside (retarded imbeciles shall not be acknowledged. Don't you agree?), the rest of the week was pretty okay. I had attachment on Tuesday, and boy, was the kids lovely!
School work is piling up, I seriously need to strategise and plan my daily time-table properly. If not, I'll land back to where I was during the Prelims; Pathetic.
I'll end here for now. Remember people, the next time you wish to bad-mouth someone, don't do it infront of that person lah.
Loves.
Friday, May 01, 2009
Family Day Out
Just a quick update before I head out to my Aunt's place.
Week 2 of school has been pretty much like a roller coaster ride. One moment you're having the time of your life, making friends and enjoying class. And the next thing you know, you're in for a thrill, stressing out with the load of projects, making enemies with team mates who are uncooperative, and trying to make ends meet for every single thing.
But on the bright side, my class is pretty awesome. There are really great lecturers that are so lenient that they willingly extend the datelines for us, and also help us out in the projects and class work. Then there are the awesome hyper classmates that make fun of every single thing, even of going to the extend of making a full out of themselves.
Enough about that...
I have a post that is saved in 'Drafts', where it is about my interpretation on the word 'Home'. I've been working on it for a long time (well, not really. More like between classes) because I couldn't find any "ooomph" to end it off nicely. But I'll definitely try to complete it over the weekends, so that there is at least a proper update from me! Hahah.
Speaking of 'Home', I love the bus rides to and from school. Mainly because it can make or break your day. What do I mean? Well, having to be stuck in a jam while on the way to school, being squeezed in the train with tonnes of people that would rather cram into the cabins than to let others out, and then having to miss the bus by a couple of seconds, would break your day, wouldn't it?
I would admit that all these mentioned above have indeed happened to me in the last two weeks. But I've actually gotten so used to it, that I can help but chuckle to myself as I push my way through the maze of humans in the crammed train cabin, run madly for the bus and then give up halfway because it left without me, and definitely when I happen to step/trip on someone's foot while in a hurry to do something.
I'm not clumsy, you see, I'm just oblivious.
But what I want to highlight in this post is not about the tragedy or battle to school, but rather, the humour of it.
What am I talking about?
Well, let's just say I saw a really tall man trying to get into his Mr. Bean car, and then pulling his seat all the way to the back so that there is room for his legs.
And then I saw a car that had this signed put up "Please tailgate me. I need the money." I wonder what the other car drivers are thinking when they were behind this car while being on the road.
And lastly, I saw a woman eating a bowl of noodles in the car. Literally with a ceramic bowl, chopsticks and a bowl of noodle with soup!
Talk about desperate measures to eat!
Well, that's it for now. I'm having a BBQ with my maternal family. Can you imagine having a BBQ from 3pm till night? It's going to be a looooong and crazy night.
Till then!
Loves.
Week 2 of school has been pretty much like a roller coaster ride. One moment you're having the time of your life, making friends and enjoying class. And the next thing you know, you're in for a thrill, stressing out with the load of projects, making enemies with team mates who are uncooperative, and trying to make ends meet for every single thing.
But on the bright side, my class is pretty awesome. There are really great lecturers that are so lenient that they willingly extend the datelines for us, and also help us out in the projects and class work. Then there are the awesome hyper classmates that make fun of every single thing, even of going to the extend of making a full out of themselves.
Enough about that...
I have a post that is saved in 'Drafts', where it is about my interpretation on the word 'Home'. I've been working on it for a long time (well, not really. More like between classes) because I couldn't find any "ooomph" to end it off nicely. But I'll definitely try to complete it over the weekends, so that there is at least a proper update from me! Hahah.
Speaking of 'Home', I love the bus rides to and from school. Mainly because it can make or break your day. What do I mean? Well, having to be stuck in a jam while on the way to school, being squeezed in the train with tonnes of people that would rather cram into the cabins than to let others out, and then having to miss the bus by a couple of seconds, would break your day, wouldn't it?
I would admit that all these mentioned above have indeed happened to me in the last two weeks. But I've actually gotten so used to it, that I can help but chuckle to myself as I push my way through the maze of humans in the crammed train cabin, run madly for the bus and then give up halfway because it left without me, and definitely when I happen to step/trip on someone's foot while in a hurry to do something.
I'm not clumsy, you see, I'm just oblivious.
But what I want to highlight in this post is not about the tragedy or battle to school, but rather, the humour of it.
What am I talking about?
Well, let's just say I saw a really tall man trying to get into his Mr. Bean car, and then pulling his seat all the way to the back so that there is room for his legs.
And then I saw a car that had this signed put up "Please tailgate me. I need the money." I wonder what the other car drivers are thinking when they were behind this car while being on the road.
And lastly, I saw a woman eating a bowl of noodles in the car. Literally with a ceramic bowl, chopsticks and a bowl of noodle with soup!
Talk about desperate measures to eat!
Well, that's it for now. I'm having a BBQ with my maternal family. Can you imagine having a BBQ from 3pm till night? It's going to be a looooong and crazy night.
Till then!
Loves.
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