Romanian Orphanage

When the 'child' is mentioned, what comes to your mind? 

To many, an image of a child comes to mind; A healthy, happy child, either playing by the playground or with friends; one who explores and loves being close nature; A child who has the privilege of having all their needs met (air, water, food, shelter, and even love); A child who has never-ending fun. 

Many assume that all the children on Earth are given that privilege. I beg to differ. Not every child is that lucky. Not too long, a lecturer of mine showed my cohort a video of an orphanage. Now, to the normal naive mind, many would think that an orphanage is a haven to children without any parents. The video below would change your mind about your assumptions. 

It pained my heart to see the children placed in such a living condition. All of them seemed so identical to each other, even though they were all not related. Was it because of the environment? The upbringing? The physical and psychological treatments? No child deserves to be given such a treatment. Every child has the right to live a proper life, with their needs met. 

Thankfully, John "Johnny" Upton came to their rescue.

Sometimes, the reason why I hate volunteering or doing humanitarian stuff is because I am not able to reach out to everyone. Just like in the video, John Upton had to leave behind so many children because of the incomplete paperwork from their parents, or the director of the orphanage. The worst part is that, the child does not understand why he or she is being left behind, and that moment, they lose belief in themselves, the people around them, and in life. Even though coming up with an intervention is a good thing because one is making a difference, the guilt in not being able to help everyone outweighs the positivity in the interventions.

Despite all that, I hope that this video can put an end to all the hate and torture children go through. They are just too young, innocent and naive to know what is going on, or to do anything to stop it. They do not deserve such treatment, and I hope that whoever who is responsible who get punished eventually. 

My plea for now is to hope that we all do our part to help or ensure that the young and the innocent get a chance to live a proper life. 

Machines Of Malice part one: My Vicious childhood

I've edited the time for this post so that you'll read part one first, and then part two. Just so that you get what I'm talking.


If you've never been sadistic for a period of your life, that means you're gifted.






What do I mean by Gifted? Well, it means that you're so happy that you never once thought about bitch slapping someone, strangling someone to death, or any horrific thoughts of death on someone you despise. Yes, you're so happy that you're probably screwed in the head.


I however, used to be (or maybe am still) a sadistic person. As a child, I always waited for rainy days to come because it would mean that there would be tonnes of earthworm at, on, and around the playground where I used to stay. I would happily dig those poor drowning worms up and happily display them on the swings, slides and all the spots on the playground, even dangling on the rooftops. Then I would hide and wait for some stupid kid to go out and play. Where I lived, kids were squeamish. And a loud shriek from a girl who found an earthworm wriggling in her hair would make my day.


Now the fun did not end there.

Sometimes when the kids did not come out to play, I would take an earthworm and mutilate it. The awe of it's survival despite being severely mutilated, enticed me to cut it up into many more segments. Then I would take it's head (or was it the tail?) and throw it near a nest of ants to see what happens.


If that didn't cure my needs, I would then search for humungous (exaggerated slang) black ants and similarly sized red ones and have them attack each other. Little did I know that I was already having my own "WarCraft/ Command & Conquer" game going on.


(I actually had a lot of fighting fish back then to fight.. Duh..




But they were too beautiful so I kept them instead. But one day when I came home from school, I found all of them dead, because my brother made them fight one another. Was I depressed then..)


The red ones always seem to be victorious.





But I wasn't satisfied, and so, I'd take two red ants and interlock their pincers. Sometimes, I'd even throw in a spider of two. But mind you, I've been bitten a little too many times just for the sake of my curiosity. When it hurt too much for me to enjoy it, I'd then take chalk and draw circles around the ants. It's funny because ants just can't seem to walk across chalk. (I once did it by drawing a line in front of an ant, and it couldn't walk across it. Sadistic as I was back then, I couldn't help but to draw a circle, and then they were stuck in there forever.)

Don't get me started on the plucking of wings and legs. I'm sadistic, I know. Sue me.


After victorious exclaiming that they were at my mercy, I'd walk away and find some other insect to mess around with. And then I found snails...


I'd sprinkle salt all over them and watch in amazement as they squirm and struggle in their last throes of ressurection. Now don't blame me for being sadistic, one has to resort to ways before one can answer their own curiosity. And if you're wondering why snails and slugs die how they do, it's because of Osmosis.


*Side track (I may have failed Bio but I clearly remember Bio's Osmosis, because of that experiment that got my mind screwed. Hahah)

Snails and slugs have a high percentage of water in their body. Their skin is also more permeable and so when you pour salt all over the snail, the salt concentration on the outer surface is more than in the body of the snail. Osmosis is of a net movement of water molecules from a region higher water concentration to a region lower water concentration through a partially permeable membrane, in this case, the skin.

Thus, the water in the body of the snail, moves out of the body in order to have an equal concentration both on the surface and in the body. The snail then dies from dehydration because it is much dryer than it is.

(See! I made it without having to check any bio book! Okay, action ah..)


There were too many experiments that I carried in which I can't remember. Those mentioned above are the ones that I would do almost every single day. I was a lonely child then. Evil demons must have possessed me back then.

You should have seen when I had swung at full rage against red ants.

This is actually not the point of the post though, I wasted space just talking about my childhood and not the topic of the post. But who cares.


Part two, the actual post, shall be up next!




Loves.

Childhood

People have been asking me "why do you keep changing your blog skin?"

Well, my answer is really simple. I want to be a chameleon who keeps changing it's skin colour, and to never reveal it's true self to anyone. But to me, I'll reveal my true self to my family and to the people whom i respect alot.




Anyway, moving on..







And if you're guessing who that is, that's me. you idiots..
Anyway, the reason why i put that photo up is to show to people how much I've changed, be it character or appearance.

And you might be thinking again. "oh, it cant be Kethlyn. The picture above looks so angelic but the Kethlyn i now know is a devil in disguise."

Well people, I may not admit to being a devil in disguise but as a kid, when i was in kindergarten, i used to beat the boys up in my class, just because they took away the box of toys that i wanted. I used to switch off the lights in the toilets and make everyone scream their lungs out. Some kids even cried because they were afraid of the dark. Ahaha. Yes, i was mischievous then. But i always got away. How? Just by smiling innocently at the teachers or my parents and they'll forgive me instantaneously.


But as a kid, i used to think that everything was fun, and that everyday was play time for me.

During my childhood times,

1. I loved plucking a wing of flies and see how they try to fly. I couldn't help it,
i was curious.

2. I loved sitting under the void decks and see the ants move around me, maybe
squishing one or two, just to "spoil" the line of ants.

3. I loved jumping on the Ants' nests and drag someone to stand there, so that that
person gets bitten all over.

4. I loved sitting on the swings, swinging as high as possible, never stopping.
Unless, it was time for me to go home.

5. I loved swimming and imagined myself as one of the representative for Singapore
Swimmers, competing with Jocelyn Yeo and Nicolette Teo.

6. However, even though i loved swimming, i hated being tanned.

7. My brothers used to lie to me and said that by eating Black soya sauce, it would
make me darker, and from then onwards i totally avoid eating black sauce. Until i
reached Primary 3 when i realised that what they told me was a bunch of bogus.

8. I LOVE CUDDLING up to someone. No matter who they are, i would just cuddle up beside them and try my best to make it squeezy and cozy for myself. My mother finds it irritating because she thinks that i make her perspire more.

9. I loved watching all sorts of cartoons. Anime were my favourite but as time passed, "Barney and Friends" as well and "Sesame Street" became my favourites.

10. I would always snack on chocolate( without it, i would go all weak) or those tit bits that you could find it those tin containers that olden "mama shops" used to sell. 50 cents per biscuit.

11. I loved dogs, and i still do!

12. I LOVE soft toys. And i still have that LOVE for them, but my parents think that I'm too old to have any. Pfft.

13. Hopscotch used to be my favourite game. I remember once when i would sneak to my neighbor's house because they had a hop scotch drawn on their floor.

14. I love charity work. Till now, i do.

15. I loved reading books( especially mysteries), doing crossword puzzles and jigsaw puzzles. I guess i still do. And my main aim now is to be the new director for "the Saw 4". Hopefully, i can have a sick and twisted mindset that people have to sacrifice something in order to gain their freedom. Hoho.

16. And lastly, I have a love for music. I used to play the organ but dropped out halfway because my parents realised that we had to keep upgrading the organ and it was fucking expensive. My love now goes to the drums. Woohoo.


Well, i still love doing all of the above now. But, the reason why i stopped doing it is because there is no time. Although Life is the longest thing in my life, but the hours on each day is not enough to fit any of this in.

So i guess we let bygones be bygones?