Box Of Nonsense

I was side by side Steve Irwin (the all time best Crocodile hunter ever), crouching behind a bush when all of a sudden, a HUGE mighty leopard sprung from a tree nearby, leaping onto me. I squeezed my eyes shut, for fear of looking at the beast in its eyes. I then kicked and punched, pushing every unfamiliar contact on my body.


Suddenly, everything laid still. there was no movement. Was the beast dead? Couldn't be, unless I was as strong as Xena the warrior Princess.


I had to know what happened. I used every strength I had, and heaved myself upwards, opening my eyes, ready to fight off the beast again, if it were to attack.


To embarrassment, there I was, in the middle of my room, with my quilt still on me, hair in a mess, in a fighting Taekwando stance. And there my mum was, on my bed, looking at me with the most puzzled face ever.


Both she and I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the stupidity and awkwardness.


Just as I was about to plop back onto the floor (She sleeps with me, on my bed, so I take the floor), my mum shoves a box she proudly names: Her "Box Of Nonsense. But there's still Box 2 and Box 3". I stare sleepily, but in amazement as I took everything out of the box. There were buttons, papier mache, clips, foam, coloured paper, ribbons, googly eyes, scissors, pom poms, things that I didn't see before, nor heard before.

Just as I was about to fall back to sleep, she whipped out a long piece of black pipe cleaner. She wound and twined, and just as I was about to shut my eyes, she threw something hairy at my face.


I flicked it off of my face and looked to see what it was. It was a tarantula! Not a real one, but some creature that she made from her "Box Of Nonsense", with simply a piece of pipe cleaner and googly eyes. And made within a few minutes!


And it almost looks like the real one! Okay, a little exaggerated, but see if for yourself.


















You must be wondering why my quilt looks so "naked". Well, I took the quilt cover off, because my dog loves sleeping on it, and my quilt always runs in the cover, having it mispositioned all over the place. And so i took it off, and have been sleeping like that ever since.



Anyway, when I asked my mum how she thought of the spider, and how to make it, all she said was "I don't know, it just popped into my head!"


Hahaha.




Do your parents, at least one, behave like how my mum does?






By the way, because of the White Tiger Attack at the zoo, my job's postponed till Wednesday!! :(

Mums always have the best advises

It's been a while since I last blogged, and apologies for that, as everyone should know, Preliminary Exams are here. Yes, this is the time where all the Youth bloggers at the age of 16 would rant on and on about how pathetic their papers were, and how disappointed they were as they did not get the questions that they had prepared for. It's funny yet annoying sometimes to see how people exaggerate on how much they are going to fail, yet the results are contradicting as they score one of the highest. Are they trying to blend in with those who seriously feel that they are going to fail just so that people would not think that they are show offs?

But I'm not going to touch anymore on the papers, because it would definitely dampen everyone's mood. No?


Moving on.

I met up with some old friends yesterday and we were thankful that we finally could meet up. We just sat around and reminisced about the past, from our childish and playful act to our nerdy dressings back then. And the realization of how time passed soon dawned upon me.

Most of us back then had the "Wah lao, secondasry school faster come, then after that work, then work got money then marry". Yes, most of us had the same typical misinterpretation of how easy Life was going to be.


But now, we're split into two. One, are the people who are still stuck in the Primary School mindset where they go around saying "wah, faster study, then go poly, then work. Got gf/bf, then enough money then marry".

Yet on the other hand, there's Two, where most of us fall in ;
"Wah lao, go back to Primary School better. Now Secondary School like shit loh, study study, then so stress, so many homework. Go poly sure die, no need to even talk about JC. Then no further studies = no job, so how to work and marry? Bf/Gf now everytime fight here fight there, say no time for them, so how to marry? Mother, father also one kind, either work and work don't want to rest, or everytime ask us do this do that for them. Wah lao, sibei stress ah. Die liao lah".


Don't you agree?


I went home that night deep in thought and poured out everything to my mum once I reached home. If you haven't noticed, my mum is like a best friend to me. I open up to her not only about school issues, but family, BGR and friendship too. I don't know how or why, but my mum always has the best advises to everything, and I confide in her even for the littlest things like having the courage to overcome the Mother Tongue O'level Examinations.



Anyway, I told my mum about how stressed out most of my friends were, which puts me in a difficult position as I have no idea on how to help them, at the same time, I fear for myself as I might be one of them to fail the Examinations too.


I wouldn't be disappointed but I fear that it would be a setback to my dad who had pinned high hopes for me, and even made arrangements for me to study overseas. And then, it would also be a disappointment to my mum as I had promised her that I would lead a successful career. But like what I mentioned earlier, no further education = no pleasant career. So how?

It was heartening to hear from her as she encouraged me to do my best, and even if I failed, there would definitely be a way to get through it, be it repeating the Exams, or getting a career elsewhere. She said, promises are often broken, and so long as I did my best, she would be contented, and I shouldn't fear the disappointment of my dad as this would only pressurize me. She said that she believes in me reaching my ambitious goals and would definitely be all out for me. The last few sentences she told me, left me thinking deeply. She said "The reason why we want you to do well, is so that you won't fall in the same footsteps at us. We want you to be better, but it doesn't mean academically, but improve as a person. Results on a paper doesn't mean anything if you got poor attitude. So take a step at a time, and you'll soon find success knocking on your door".


While she was talking, I had my English Composition in my head. I talked about a low self esteem girl who gained confidence after saving that day. And the topic I talked about was, of a girl who came from a intellignet, royal family but was often patronized by her relatives for being the only stupid one. But she soon showed her worth as she saved a girl from drowning in the strong currents. She was a hero. This incident spurred her as she was asked to join the National swimming team, and she has become successful ever since. Nt only did her realtives shut up, but she gained her confidence and opened up her circle of friends. She showed that being successful does not necessarily mean you have to do good in academics.

And the song "Take A Step At A Time" by Jordin Sparks kept playing on and on in my head.


Is this a sign? hahah.



Anyway, tomorrow's Teachers' Day and I would like to wish all Teachers and Staffs,
A VERY HAPPY TEACHERS' AND STAFF APPRECIATION DAY!



Oh yah, my mum who's a Tuition Teacher, received a few gifts today, and it was interesting to see her, yet again in her child like manner, opening the gifts one by one, exclaiming at how cute the little key chains were, and stuff like that.

Oh, and her water babies are growing well, they're big and swollen? hahaha. And she still does pop into my room every now and then to touch the water babies and to check if they "have given birth". Hahaha.



By the way, any kind souls willing to lend me a Pink outfit? Apparently, Omy.sg wants the finalists to appear in Pink on the night of the revelation of the results.




Pink, being my least favourite color, is of course an unlikely color to appear in my wardrobe. And so, I have no Pink outfits at all! Help!!!!

Good night!

Everyday-ness

Reading through my previous posts never fail to crack me up and make me notice how horrible my life is. Or at least how I feel it is.

And if you didn't notice, I'm blogging for the second time today. Sheer boredom has made me stared at the computer all day and it has never let me down ever since. Internet acts as a whole new life to me. I get engaged in stupid online games or I would just load movies from online sites and watch them. But fear the power of the Internet because behind it, holds doors to the pervert entrances such as rape games and pornography. And there's also the influence of imbeciles who think they're so Funny, and hang around on Friendster all day. Low life.

Well, that is how I spend my time on the Web. I discriminate low life idiots, not forgetting to play online games and load movies to watch.

But other than that, I chill at home, or I could make a mess at home.

I guess my parents are so open-minded or rather, gave up hope on me because of their zero-tolerance on misbehavior. Neither do they like seeing laziness. But one I allow my Dad to watch his cultural shows, or FBI shows, he won't bother about me at all. And to handle my mum, all I got to do is to give her a bunch of thread and let her knit away! Or I could load some puzzle games and she'll be thrilled.

My home's pretty much chaotic. That's why I don't have a boring life at all. Well, Volleyball training is starting tomorrow and I guess all the volleyballers' blogs would be filled with the events and incidents or how much they enjoyed volleyball training. I, however, won't update about volleyball because I can't recall what happened once I step into home. Amusing.

I'm thinking of closing this blog down pretty soon, because I feel that it's actually no use to constantly update your blog and tell people about your life. The people reading your blog are a bunch of KPOs( I admit, i am one too) and you, updating about love,school,life,friends is plainly boring. Unless you have an exciting life like Xiaxue, what's the point of expressing feelings her where the only people reading your blog is KPOs and yourself? Hahaha, random thought though.

Anyway, I just had another conversation with my mum and I think she suffers from some disease which disbales her to complete her sentences.

MUM: Kethlyn, get me that thing.
ME: What "thing"?
MUM Aiyah, that one lah. The thing. Erh, what is it called..
ME: Comb? Fish? Controller? Newspaper? Dog? Food? Clothes? Toys?
Mum: Ah.. the newspaper.

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MUM: Did you watch the news yesterday?
ME: No, why?
MUM: News said that the drainage system in Singapore all leads to the reservoir.
Me: Then?
MUM: Then, if they see the news, they sure come bomb singapore and the drainage
system lah.
ME: They? Who are the they?
MUM: The people whom come attack Singapore one lah. What are they called?
ME: Terrorists?
MUM: Yah, yah. Terrorists..



See, what I mean? hahah.. I think I am getting influenced too. Bother.

Ironic

As you can see, I've changed my blog skin. I really like this one, because it makes it really mystical and unique. But I must say, I am a great fan of Fedora_girl. She creates all these magnificent blog skins that you'll fall in love with it immediately. I had a tough time choosing which skin to use, until i realised that this skin was downloaded in my computer a long time ago. And i still fell in love with it when I looked at it again. Hahah.

My brother thinks it EMO. But i think it's Gothic. See, I love Gothic themes. There are some which are pretty much Emo, but they're still nice. Gothic themes are always able to capture that "Moment". Be it a girl standing by the seaside or a girl sitting at the corridor. They somehow, have this great way of expressing things, although their facial expressions are glum.


Anyway, I've been bloghopping lately and I've come to realize that more and more people have been posting up their baby photos. Pretty neat, I should say. I actually have a photo of my baby self, posing in a bikini. Hahaha, I could remember vividly why I did so, it's because of my scary Aunt. I'm sure everyone has a scary aunt or two. Hahaha, well, she made me pose, if not, I couldn't go home. Obviously I cried, and had to pose for her. It pisses me off, but I've come to realise how easily I used to cry and was forced to do things for people. I also found out that my hair was at my butt length. Yes, it was pretty long and I still haven't found the reason why I decided to chop off my hair.


Anyway, I know that exams are over for most of us, and it's probably time to celebrate. But while some are celebrating, many are wrecking their brains to calculate how much they scored for their exams, or are preparing speeches to explain to their parents about how badly they performed their exams. Ironic as it is, I'm just slacking around at home. I have this feeling that if i go out to celebrate, my results would turn bad. And, it was no use to create a speech because if I did badly, my parents would just say "try harder next time loh".

I love my parents for how they respond to my siblings and I. It's pretty unique and sometimes I find it hilarious because instead of lecturing us or scolding us, they encourage us to try harder next time.

Here's a few conversations that I had with my mum, and you'll be the judge.

Mum: How were the exams?
ME: Hahaha, I'll be thrilled if I can pass. I don't think I did well, for any of the
papers, especially Chinese.
Mum: How come? I thought you were great in your sciences, now tak boleh pass already?
ME: Don't know leh. But IF i fail, I already told you the reason, paper hard.
Mum: Put water to make it soft loh.
ME: *stares blankly for awhile*. Wah lau, you supposed to scold me or something, and
yet you still can crack jokes ah?
Mum: Okay loh. *Takes a deep breath*, try harder loh. Scold you also no use. Stupid
Parents then scold. What's the point of pressurizing the child?After go siao ah!
ME: *walks away*
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Me: Mum, teacher say I passed my Chinese leh!
MUM: Wah, good lah. Wait I tomorrow buy ice cream for you.
ME: Hahaha, pass means must buy ice cream meh? Then if i pass all, you one day buy
one ice cream for me lah.
MUM: Your head lah. It should be you who should buy for me loh.
Me: Aiyah, you sayang me mah.
Mum: Yah. but you don't sayang me loh. I angry then you know.
Me: Okay lah, I buy, you pay okay?
Mum: I might as well stay at home drink yakult loh.
Me: Dont want dont want lah. Action!
Mum: I tell your teacher to fail you for chinese ah. You then action hor.
Me: * I then walk up to her, and gave her that action look, then i sat on her lap.*
Mum: Now lose already, then want me to sayang you lah.
Me: Yah lah. you win, happy?
Mum: of course lah. * big grin*.

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ME: Mum, I want to get a tattoo can?
Mum: Okay loh.
ME: Huh? Really ah?
MUM: Yah lah. What's the point if i say no? The more parents disapprove, the more
the child will go against them loh. At least I know that you want to do.
Me: Then I do already, then how to tell Pa?
Mum: Just say loh, kor kor all do, why you cannot do? Then walk away loh.
Me: you also do lah.
Mum: Do where? Backside ah?
Me: *walks away*

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As you can see, my parents, or rather, my mum is really open minded. And i dont know why.