In today's art classroom

As an art trainer, I get numerous opportunities to visit various kindergartens, primary and secondary schools. I teach visual arts, and I provide my children with learning experiences – primarily to explore, to experiment, to create, to destroy, to reflect and conclude. It is a fun job, but a little part of me dies every single time. Why?

“I don’t know how to do. I scared wrong”. Or “I don’t want to do, later my hands dirty”.

For the 22 years in my life, I have never been to the toilet as often as some of these kids have, in one lesson. I am not kidding. I have spent more time responding (more like rejecting) to requests for them to go to the toilet to wash their hands, than actually creating something in class.

The disgust on their face when a little bit of paint gets onto their fingers. The frustration they feel when things get stuck to their sticky fingers while gluing their artwork. Worst, when they make an irreversible mistake on their work. The devastating look on their face makes me wonder at times, if they see me as the devil who is out to ruin their lives. However, I do get my fair share of blames from ‘The blame game’ – “teacher I told you I cannot do it, you ask me to try. See what happens. Now it is ruined”.

True enough, I did ask them to try, but what I expected in the end of a failed attempt was for them to figure a way out, or experiment to see if another method works, but they give up. They simply give up.

It puzzles me to know that these beautiful intellectual beings are afraid to try something new, or try something different. They are just… Afraid.

It irks me even more to know that the only texture they are willing to touch or lay their finger on, is the screen of their phone or Ipad.What a waste.

Don’t get me wrong. Not every child is like that, and I did not say that it is wrong to be a fastest fingers first. You can be a genius with technology, but your ziggity zag fingers that got your through Temple Run, will not get you through a Visual Arts lesson, especially when you’re supposed to create with your hands - on paper, on batik, with wires, clay, paint, etc.

I am not the ‘cleanest dish in the sink’ either; I am not the finest example in the early childhood or education industry, so I will not cite famous quotations from great philosophers on what is good or bad for kids. However, what I do know is that if I were to ever take care of kids, or be blessed with kids of my own, I will make sure that these kids get to feel what it is like to have gooey, sticky, messy, muddy, or to what others deem as “gross” things on their hands, feet, body, and heck even their faces.

There will be days where they will scavenge for their little toy soldiers that are trapped in huge ice blocks, and there will be days were they will pretend to have crime scenes and chalk silhouettes outside. They will have coloured bomb baths, after wriggling their feet in mud puddles, or after running across oobleck. They will read books about plants, and they might even pick up gardening after that. They’ll meet insects that help their plants, and they’ll keep pet caterpillars and butterflies. They’ll have puppet shows on rainy days with their felt and paper mache-made puppets, or they could play with shadows and lights when there is a storm.

They will explore, experiment, present, create and destroy. Most importantly, they will have fun.

Technology? Oh they will get to go on the web. That is, when they are fine tuning their ‘blueprints’ so that we can make cardboard go-karts to race round the park.

Now who’s with me?

Celebrating the Dead

I used to think nothing of death. Heck, I was so comfortable with the idea of leaving this Earth, that I messed with the elements of death, all the time. I mean what kind of sixteen year old plans her own funeral and posts it on her blog on her sixteenth birthday? Well, that teenager was me.

I never really gave much thought about death because too many people had left me even before I learned how to pronounce their names. I was just too young and I didn’t know how to feel whenever death came knocking on our doors.

However, as I grew older, I realized that I would tell my friends that death should be in a form of celebration of that person’s existence. Afterall, death is nothing but a transition of existence from one state to another.

That was what I thought then.

The past two weeks or so have provided me with the opportunity to stare death in the eye,  and to be honest, my perception of death has changed. From watching a pigeon commit suicide, to almost getting run down by vehicles, to meeting a drunk stalker in the middle of the night, to having been admitted to a hospital, and to visiting a friend’s loved one in the cemetery.

I would not want to go into details of the other incidents, because the major highlight of my ‘death weeks’ has definitely got to do with the visit to the cemetery.

Before meeting that friend of mine, my thoughts about the visit was that it was going to be peaceful, maybe even enlightening. However, the moment we entered, I started freaking out. A myriad of emotions was running through me as we combed the entire area, finding the right lot. It was quiet and really peaceful except for the cars that drove past us every once in a while. However, I had a really tough time finding peace within me.

I just felt so much pain, and sorrow, guilt, and helplessness…

The feeling of losing someone forever.

The anger of having someone taken away too soon.

The hope that that someone would return. 

However, what tugged at my heartstrings the most was the emptiness of a forgotten soul.

And then I lost it. Flashbacks about the things I said and did to people, thoughts about my family, friends and loved ones. Would their goals be fulfilled before they’re gone? Would I be there when they’re gone? Would they be forgotten? Would I be forgotten? It was something I had to come to terms with. Death was inevitable.

That night I made a little prayer for those I had in mind…

For my dear friend and his grandma. I have never met your grandma, but just by hearing about her enables me to imagine her to being a beautiful and amazing, caring and doting woman. I often tell my friends that we should never shed tears of sorrow or mourn over someone. Instead, we should shed tears of joy for the years that they lived. I am sure she is watching over you and feeling whatever that you are feeling; the joy, sorrow and hatred that you experience daily. We can’t undo the past, but we can pave the future, and that means you have to enjoy, and live your life to the fullest, so that her mind is at ease :)

To my family. We never really got to spend time as a family, but every time we do, we fight. We fight over money, we fight over responsibilities, we vent our frustrations on each other, we curse and we swear, and we say the meanest things to each other. However, I just want all of you to know that I love you guys, and I will never neglect or even forget my role in this family. I can’t possibly turn back time, but I can make changes to the future. I want to be apart of the family again. I want everyone to feel loved, accepted and acknowledged in this family. There are tonnes of changes to be made, but the first change that I would make me starts with me.

To my friends. You guys are a part of my world, my family, my life. And I want you guys to know that I will always be there for all of you, no matter what. I need you guys (you should know who you are) because you guys are my pillar of strength. You have seen the best and worst in me, and words cannot describe ow much I owe you guys, especially for not giving up in me, but picking me up when I was at my lowest. I never want to forget any of you, and I hope that your lives will be showered with the love, security and comfort that you guys have showered on me, tenfold :)

To everyone else. You are not forgotten, and will never be.

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.

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.

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.

Death

Have you ever been curious about Death? I know I have.







As a kid, I always wondered what happened to the goldfish that was flushed down the toilet bowl. Where did it go?







What happened to my dog when it was sent away to be incinerated? What happened to my grandmas and grandpas, aunt and even my pets mice?

Do they know that they are dead? Are their souls still lingering around? Or did they, like some religions say, went through reincarnation?


I used to think that death only happened to:


a) unfortunate people who were turned into sleeping beauty, only to never find their Prince/Princess to kiss them back to Life.



and b) actors in scenes where they were slayed by a Vampire/ eaten by a wolf/ shot by a cowboy while in the midst of a Cowboy Duel/ eaten by Anacondas,huge scary spiders and crocodiles / killed by Freddie Krueger and Jason.








But over the years, I realize how realistic Death is. It could happen to anyone. People overdosing on drugs, family and friends in car accidents, and even innocent ones dying from terrorist attacks.


Sometimes Death takes people, loved ones away from us without us being able to bid farewell, or even spend time with them. Death of one make Life for others bitter because of the unfairness that someone had to be taken away so soon.


And because of what this and what we learned from the History Classes, we become fearful of Death. As kids, we ate our veggies because mommy says it is good for us. We take extra precautions when crossing the road, looking right, left, then right again. We work out in the gym, swallow a vitamin pill or two, take jabs, and even turn away from alcohol and tobacco because we know that it is not good for our health, which brings us closer to Death.



But sooner or later, our bodies would give way, because we were not made to last forever. True enough, medicine, products of aesthetics and even exercise could delay the time Death comes knocking on our door. CPR, respirators, transplant and all sorts of scientific devices may bring us back to Life. But no one can ever escape Death.



It's pressurizing to not know when your time is up, because there's always things that you've not done before and wish to try it before you leave your body. No one is ready for Death because we don't know what Death is like. And we can never find out, because those that have been through it, are not around to share it with us.



So what exactly is Death? There are various tales about Death and the Afterlife from various religions. But which one is the truest one of all? Some say that afterlife depended on one's religion. I'm a free thinker, so where do I go after dying?



Only time will tell.




The curiosity about Death is apparently driving me nuts. There seem to be so much conspiracy (or so I thought) in it. I am actually curious to know what Death and the afterlife brings, but I fear that if I were to meet death in the eye, everything would end in a puff (too quick), with me not remembering a single thing of it.



So I guess, like everyone, I have to wait till the Grim Reaper chases after me.








Till then.




If you're just as curious as me about Death, Click Here!



Loves.

And the colour race never ends

We see them everywhere.

They're the jerks who pushed you off the swing when you were a kid; they were the ones who tugged at your hair when you were with your toys; they were the ones who stomped on your sandcastle even though you spent ages building it; they were the ones who threw spiteful remarks about your skin colour and hair; they were the ones who made crude remarks about your parents and heritage; and the list goes on...



These are the fools who throw their lives around without realizing how much of an impact they had done to others.


I can't help but look back at how dreadful my youth had been, with my ears being deafened by the rude comments made about my skin colour, my heritage, and even being accused for things that I didn't do.


At the tender age of six, I received my first racial remark about my skin colour. Being that young, I thought the kid had issues with himself and so I didn't bother. But as I grew older, it became more and more aware of the remarks made by the majority about the minority, and became more and more confused as to why this was happening.


I once got called up by a teacher because I dissed some shop in Causeway Point for laying a racist remark about Indians in front of me, thinking that I had no clue as to what she was saying in Mandarin. She was so wrong.


Just a few years back, I used to hate myself for being a few darker tones than the majority. I lost confidence and become more self conscious. It was like an obsession. And it was all because of the racist remarks that I got just by being darker skinned.

But a few years later, I realized that all this bullshit was pretty much a waste of time. Like me or hate me, I don't give a bloody damn about it. Ooooh look, I'm rolling my eyes at you.


I used to sneer whenever someone complimented on Singapore being a cosmopolitan country. True enough, Singapore is doing a remarkable job in attracting foreigners over, but things don't seem to be getting anywhere near being "over" over Racism.


I'm not saying that all majorities are racists. Well, this isn't really about Racism either, just some parts. Read on and you'll get what I mean.


Well, we can't really blame Singapore though. Because everyone makes mistakes. And with about six billion people on Earth, we're bound to affect those around us. And some of us may even take things to a whole new level. Why? Because amongst us, there are jerks who not only find the joy in tormenting us with harsh racial critics, but they think it's cool. These are the jerks who shun empathy and disregard others. Why?

Well, just take a moment and look through them. You'll notice that at the bottom most pit of their heart, they think they're better than you. You see, once they get the kick of insulting you, they get addicted to it, just like how one can get addicted to marijuana. And once the insults start, it never ends, because with this title of superiority, it boosts their ego and gives them this mindset that they're not only better than you, but the world. In fact, they think everyone owes them a living. And they don't really care you who are, they're just ever ready to stomp hard on you and your friends.


And if you're of a different skin tone than them, more like of the minority type, it gets worst. Because they'll throw in racist remarks, sometimes which makes no sense at all, just for the kicks of it.


Now you you're of a darker tone than the majority in Singapore, then you'd face this problem pretty often whenever you get a job. And that is, 'Do you speak Chinese?'. As much as you have in qualifications and somewhat, you're not hired, just because you couldn't speak Mandarin.

Now it is understandable that hospitals should have Mandarin/ Dialect speaking people just so that there would be no language barrier with the folks over there. But be mindful that there too are other ethnic groups who are living in the same hospital.


I went to a Food Court far from home and boy was I shocked to see the place being run by China workers. I'm not saying I dislike them or anything. But it was really hard for me to buy food because, despite being obviously darker skin tone than a Chinese, the stall vendors spoke to me in Mandarin, and I had a pretty tough and awkward time trying to understand what they were saying and at the same time, having to have them understand what I was saying.


Here comes the hard truth people, and it is, that all men and women were created equally. But we don't usually stay the same for long. Because each of us have our own way of living, and some of us work hard to strive towards our goals. Upon being successful, one learns to appreciate whatever he/she has around him, and have an acceptance of good justice and equality.


And to those who feel like they're superior, this is the time where they would leech off of society. Because by doing nothing, the attention soon dies away from them. They start becoming all bitter because at the end of the day, it is their title of superiority that keeps them from becoming anything at all.


Their title of superiority has in turn taken a toll on them and by becoming nothing, it means that all their "achievements" have slowly slipped into the drain. Wasted.


So my dear friends, the next time you think of stepping up to the plate to being someone more superior than your peers, look over your shoulders and see if anyone's backing you up. If there isn't then that means that you have wronged somewhere. Let it go, and ensure that it does not repeat itself. Because you never know if you might willingly step into the dark side of becoming a nobody.

A little "joke" I found off of Ash's blog.

black man says to white man.
"When i was born,I black
When i grow up,I black.
When i go up in the sun,i black
When i scared,i black.
When i sick,i black.
When i bruise,i black.
And when i die,i still black.

but you white folks,
"When you born,you pink.
when you grow up you white.
when you go in the sun,you red
when you cold,you blue.
when you scared,you yellow.
when you sick,you green.
when you bruised,you purple
And when you die you grey.
SO WHO YOU CALLING COLOURED?




Loves.

Anger Management

As I type this, I am trying to get over a certain anger that is building up in me. The kind of anger where you feel like punching slow walking people at the back of the head, or throwing things just to see it break.




Fortunately, I did not unleash my great powers (just let me exaggerate okay. Hahah) as I saved myself by having some "Me time". I sang aloud to songs, skipped around the house, boogied to music videos, cuddled my dog, threw pillows around, and even waved to the pedestrians at the MRT station outside my window. Unfortunately, my dad was at home, so I couldn't do anything extreme. But he didn't bother about me anyways.




Now the reason as to why I am angry is not important. What's more important is how to deal with anger.

Often, anger pushes us to the brim, where we feel like ripping our shirts like the Incredible Hulk.





Now why is it so hard to get over Anger? Well, it's basically because it is associated with "Forgive and Forget".

Often, it is said that if you can forgive, then you can forget about it. One can't forget the issue without forgiving the person. And so, your anger will subside once you're done with the forgiving and forgetting.


In most religions, like the Christians, they believe that one should always forgive the person who triggered their "anger button".


There were quotes like this: (and no, I am not a Christian, but it wouldn't hurt to read about it, would it?)

• But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in Heaven for he maketh his Sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain in the just and the unjust. (Matthew 5:44,45)
• Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say unto thee, until seven times: but seventy seven times (Mathew 1:21,22)

And then there a quotes by famous people:

• The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong (Mahatma Gandhi)
• There is no revenge so complete as Forgiveness. ( Josh Billings)
• To err is human, to forgive is divine (Alexander Pope)

Or if you really can't do all that, screw it. Just punch your brother or something!



*Credits : http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Spiritual_blessings/Forgiveness/Forgiveness.htm

Def Jam Poetry

My brother just introduced this programme called "Def Jam Poetry" on Youtube. It's really interesting because it's about people who say put their opinions, truth, their lives and experiences in the form of poetry.


Here's the ones that I like alot. Enjoy!







Mc Lyte talks about her ups and downs in her Life and career.





Shihan - Sick and Tired








Love Poem








The Gift





Stinky Breath

This one is pretty funny.







Nothing is for Nothing








Well there are definitely more to see and hear. If you are interested, you can Click Here!



Loves.

Thoughts

Have you ever spent a few days so engrossed in your work, that you failed to realize what day or date it was?








The past two weeks had me thinking through about a lot of things. And as I reminisced the past, I became more and more worried about the future; worried about how quickly time can pass without any realization at all.


Have you ever had the feeling where you wanted to shut yourself out from the world, or just to have a break, but the moment you take a seat, you have to heave yourself up to scatter to the next destination because there was no time?


The past few days working in the zoo was one of the best and worst times of my life. But as weird as it may sound, I quit the job. My family members were really shocked and till today, have been asking me to think it over. My colleagues in the zoo have asked me to not give up too, and found it really weird for me to quit on the evaluation day because they knew I had all my scripts down.


But the reason why I quit was not because I was nervous, or stressed about the scripts. In fact, it was thanks to the scripts that I managed to learn and know so much about the animals. Well, the actual reason to why I quit was because I lost passion for hosting.


Being in the zoo gave me so much time to get to know all the staffs and animals better. And I must admit that I do envy the animals a lot, for they have the best people to take care of them; their devoted keepers. The reason why I have so much respect for the keepers is not only because they take care, clean their dens and feed the animals, but because they actually spend more time in the zoo,than with their families. In fact, all the keepers would stay overnight if their animals are sick or going to give birth. Can you imagine the number of hours they put in for these animals?


Being in the zoo also gave me time to see how the zoo was run, and how the token feeders (my job) did their job. That was where it struck me, and hard. See, the more I familiarized with the zoo, the more I wanted to do something for the animals and it's not merely talking about them, I wanted more action. Don't get me wrong, token feeders are in fact one of the most important people in the zoo, because they are actually the voice for the animals. But I guess after two weeks at the zoo, I couldn't stand the same routine done over and over again. I must say, that all the show presenters are excellent in what they do, and memorizing script isn't that easy you know. But for me, I don't think I can stay still long enough, to do the many scripts day after day. I'm not saying it's boring, it's more like, not my cup of tea. Over the past two weeks, I realized that hosting afterall wasn't my taste and as always, I still do prefer teaching.



But the animals and their keepers have indeed left a very deep mark in my heart, so I'll most probably be a volunteer there, or at the SPCA, where I would indeed get a chance to help the animals in need.




Many said that my decision was a hasty one, and some said that I was dumb to quit from a high paying job. Well, I wouldn't want to lie and say that money doesn't matter, because it does. But like what Mr Raymond Huang always say, nothing's worth doing if you ain't got the heart for it. And just like this job, I love the animals more and more each day, but as the days go by, I lose the heart for hosting.





Well, that means I'm pretty much jobless right now. It's a confusing kind of feeling you know. i want to work because it's better than being at home doing nothing. Besides earning cash during the holidays is better than bumming around, and not helping your parents with the household "crisis". But at the same time, I want to treasure my youth! And hang out with friends and catch up on the good old times.


Oh well, what's done is done. I'm still going for interviews and stuff, but if I really don't feel like it, I'd probably just help my mum out in her holiday kids programme. So friends, if you want to meet up, I'm just a call away!


Oh yah, now that I'm jobless, this gives me more time to blog! hahah.


Loves.

Live Your Life

Have you ever been in a situation where you didn't want to lie, yet couldn't tell the truth?

Have you ever been in a situation where you said something but never meant it?

Have you ever been in a situation where you were so afraid of what others thought about you that you had to lie, in order to be noticed?

Have you ever tried being noticed or successful by doing something that you knew was wrong?

Have you ever feared whether others hated you?

Have you ever had doubts in yourself?





I admit that I agree to some of the things mentioned above. I did things, many stupid things just because I was bored, or because my friends did them.

I used to doubt myself and was worried about what others thought about me. I tried my best to change myself, to please the others. But I failed to do one thing, the very one thing that means the most to us; to please myself with who I was. I did not like who I was, and so I slowly pulled away from them, and be who I wanted myself to be.


The past few years, especially in Secondary School, had put me in many situations where I was in a dilemma, to whether or not lie, or tell the truth. Sometimes I chose to lie, sometimes I told the truth. Both ways, I gained and lost friends. But I was sick of it.


Some people think that lying is the greatest sin of all, and that liars, are not good enough to have friends. Well, I'd say that's just some made up crap. Everyone lies. I lie not because I want to, or because I did something bad. But it's because of protecting someone or something. But again, I'm sick of it all.



That is why, I am sort of glad to leave secondary school life, leaving all the bad incidents behind. And just living my Life.




Live Your Life Video

Blogging = Good or Bad?

The post today, is about blogging: Is blogging good or bad for you?

We live in a world where people tend to focus more on the bad side of things than the good. The internet, for example, has been a hot debate to whether it causes harm or benefits you.

When children don't do well in their studies, parents tend to blame the internet, and computer games for the bad results. Parents always ground or "ban" their kids from using the computer till they achieve better grades. But who or what is to be blame? Shouldn't the kids be blamed for not working hard enough, and neglecting schoolwork for games? Or should the schools, or even parents be blamed for continuously stressing out the kids, causing them to "freak out" or be rebellious?

Blogging is another big issue.

People gain fame (in a good way or bad) from blogging. Some, even benefit from their blogs because it not only brings them fame, but fortune as well.

I for one, don't necessarily blog for fame nor fortune, but for the mere fun of it. Blogging has been a useful tool for me, because not only does it expand my creativity, it also enables me to search for things/issues to blog about. I also blog-hop frequently. Thus, by doing so, I can update myself on all the latest buzz, be it in the entertainment industry or worldwide catastrophes. I'd say it's a rather interesting way to update ourselves.


On the other hand, a lot of people, including my dad are not huge fans of blogging. My dad thinks that it causes corruption of minds just from merely clicking from blog to blog.

Some blogs,true enough (it's either they want to gain fame from this sort of stuff or they think it's cool posting them) post about sex scandals and nude photos. People had posts about Paris Hilton's sex tape, High School Musical's Gabriella (Vanessa Anne Hudgens) nude phots.There were even posts about Singapore's very own sex diva: Tammy aka NYP scandal. I bet there's going to be more.

Posts like these not only bring unwanted attention to the victims(but I think Paris doesn't mind) but also to the fellow blogger who posted it. But it does increase you traffic flow though.Come on, who wouldn't click on a post with a title: "Crazy hot sex tapes and nude photos!!!"? Majority of us would, and to worsen things, amateurs who try hard to be accepted by fellow friends who have watched it, would click on it too, just so that they can be "cool" too, and discuss it together.


It's posts like these that are being circulated around and innocent minds and eyes are stained with "bad stuff".

So, is blogging good, or bad for you?