This will be the very first post for 2008. As pathetic as it seems, this will be my 88th post. Lacking in the amount of posts, but the number is perfect though. If I am not mistaken, the number 8 means "fa" which has something to do with prosperity, which is translated from Mandarin, I think.
Hopefully, this brings me luck in the year 2008.
Here's to everyone, may this new year bring great wonders to your life.
And to add to that, here are some videos to tickle your funny bone!
Stay healthy, forget the bad years, and look forth to 2008. Oh, and it's too late to complete your homework. School starts in a day. So let's all hope the first day of school goes well.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
When I Grow up....
Have you ever stopped to ponder, what will I be when I grow up? This isn't necessarily to the kids out there, but also to the adults who have not gotten jobs, or have not completed their studies yet.
When I was younger, around the age of 6, my teacher asked me: "Kethlyn, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
The other kids who were asked, either replied "Doctor, lawyer, Policeman or Fire Fighter". But my answer was different. So different that it was used as an object to mock at me. Why? Because I said I wanted to be a Fire Truck.
I could recall how everyone, including the teacher in the class started laughing. Some of them kept repeating what i said and laughed to themselves, as though it was the greatest joke that they have ever heard.
At that moment I wanted to cry. I wanted to beat my teacher up, I wanted to slap all the classmates who laughed at me. i was only 6 then, but so much hatred was building up in me. I couldn't do anything, because I was a kid.
I stood up and banged my fists against the table. So hard that everyone kept quiet. I stared at my teacher, not taking my eyes off her. I then said to her: "Laugh all you want. Everyone one of you! You may think it's stupid but the reason why I want to be a fire truck, is because they save lives. Stupid people like the police and fireman can't put out the fire without the hose, and you can't even get there without the truck. And you can't climb the building without the ladder! Now laugh lah!"
I was so furious that hot tears trickled down my cheeks. I wanted to cry, but I wanted to prove myself correct, MORE.
Silence filled the classroom, and I sat back down, still staring at my teacher.
At the end of the day, when my Mum came to fetch me back home. I ran to her, asking her to leave quickly, because I had a bad day, and wanted to forget everything. But, my teacher walked towards us just as we were about to leave. She praised me for standing firm on my answer and said that she was really sorry for laughing at me earlier on.
Thinking back on what happened, I really felt like slapping myself for giving such an answer. True, the fire truck does do wonders but fire trucks aren't humans. Oh well, I was only 6.
Today, I sat in my room all day, figuring out what I should do with myself after i graduate from WRS. What course should I apply? Where should I go? What am I supposed to do? And the thought that got me interested most was: how will I look like a few years from now?
My brothers are betting that I'll look like Kat Von D. If you're wondering who she is, she's a tattoo artist, she dresses like a hippie and she used to work in Miami ink. She now has her own shop called High Voltage and she has her own tattoo show called "LA ink". If you're wondering how I know all this, let's just say I'm a really big fan of her. And she's pretty too, at least to me.
Her tattoo skills are awesome, especially her portraits.
I like the stars that are tattooed on her eyebrows.
But I'll definitely try not to be like her, mainly because she doesn't look appropriate for jobs like lawyers and all. Hahaha.
If you're wondering what job I plan to get in the near future, I want to be a psychologist that works in the law firm. I also want to hold lectures on psychology so that people are more aware of themselves and their behavior as well as get involved with the Boys home, Girls home and so on. I want to help people.
Thinking too much eh? Well, that's a dream to me. Whether my dream comes true or not, comes from all the hard work that I'll have to put in from now on.
Oh, the thought of the torturous amount of hard work that I have to put in, makes me feel like puking. Why can't Life be simple? We carry out our everyday routines, just that there's no such thing as money. Everyone can have what they want and need, without having to pay for anything. everyone lives in harmony, we share and care for one another. Thus, no one suffers, at all.
Why can't Life be like that?
When I was younger, around the age of 6, my teacher asked me: "Kethlyn, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
The other kids who were asked, either replied "Doctor, lawyer, Policeman or Fire Fighter". But my answer was different. So different that it was used as an object to mock at me. Why? Because I said I wanted to be a Fire Truck.
I could recall how everyone, including the teacher in the class started laughing. Some of them kept repeating what i said and laughed to themselves, as though it was the greatest joke that they have ever heard.
At that moment I wanted to cry. I wanted to beat my teacher up, I wanted to slap all the classmates who laughed at me. i was only 6 then, but so much hatred was building up in me. I couldn't do anything, because I was a kid.
I stood up and banged my fists against the table. So hard that everyone kept quiet. I stared at my teacher, not taking my eyes off her. I then said to her: "Laugh all you want. Everyone one of you! You may think it's stupid but the reason why I want to be a fire truck, is because they save lives. Stupid people like the police and fireman can't put out the fire without the hose, and you can't even get there without the truck. And you can't climb the building without the ladder! Now laugh lah!"
I was so furious that hot tears trickled down my cheeks. I wanted to cry, but I wanted to prove myself correct, MORE.
Silence filled the classroom, and I sat back down, still staring at my teacher.
At the end of the day, when my Mum came to fetch me back home. I ran to her, asking her to leave quickly, because I had a bad day, and wanted to forget everything. But, my teacher walked towards us just as we were about to leave. She praised me for standing firm on my answer and said that she was really sorry for laughing at me earlier on.
Thinking back on what happened, I really felt like slapping myself for giving such an answer. True, the fire truck does do wonders but fire trucks aren't humans. Oh well, I was only 6.
Today, I sat in my room all day, figuring out what I should do with myself after i graduate from WRS. What course should I apply? Where should I go? What am I supposed to do? And the thought that got me interested most was: how will I look like a few years from now?
My brothers are betting that I'll look like Kat Von D. If you're wondering who she is, she's a tattoo artist, she dresses like a hippie and she used to work in Miami ink. She now has her own shop called High Voltage and she has her own tattoo show called "LA ink". If you're wondering how I know all this, let's just say I'm a really big fan of her. And she's pretty too, at least to me.
Her tattoo skills are awesome, especially her portraits.
I like the stars that are tattooed on her eyebrows.
But I'll definitely try not to be like her, mainly because she doesn't look appropriate for jobs like lawyers and all. Hahaha.
If you're wondering what job I plan to get in the near future, I want to be a psychologist that works in the law firm. I also want to hold lectures on psychology so that people are more aware of themselves and their behavior as well as get involved with the Boys home, Girls home and so on. I want to help people.
Thinking too much eh? Well, that's a dream to me. Whether my dream comes true or not, comes from all the hard work that I'll have to put in from now on.
Oh, the thought of the torturous amount of hard work that I have to put in, makes me feel like puking. Why can't Life be simple? We carry out our everyday routines, just that there's no such thing as money. Everyone can have what they want and need, without having to pay for anything. everyone lives in harmony, we share and care for one another. Thus, no one suffers, at all.
Why can't Life be like that?
Monday, December 31, 2007
Master pieces
I remember how much I dread going to art class since Sec 1. Don't get me wrong, I love Art. But I somehow was afraid of going to art class, because the teachers' standard of marking were so strict. In Art, you had to be Perfect, making this look proportionate, having to have the shadings done right so that the picture doesn't have the light shining at a wrong position, or the ratio of the bottle neck to the base of the base of the bottle done just right, so that it looks nice.
I always felt pressured in Art class because it never was like Primary school Art, where we could simply splatter paint all over the paper and our teachers would grade us with a job well done. But over time, I liked how much pressure I was in, and eventually fell in love with the Art classes because I learned that in Art, perfect isn't what the teacher wants, it's the amount of hard work, effort that you put into the art piece.
Well, I did some cleaning-up in my room and I managed to find some of my old art pieces. They're not really fantastic, but, I looked at them piece by piece, and noticed how much my drawing style has changed.
I hated doing "Know Drugs" art pieces, and this one was a combination of Chinese New Year and Know Drugs. I was willing to do a piece, but our teacher kept reminding those who didn't hand any in. It was better to and in than to get a big fat zero. Back then, grades were very important to me. Hahah. But this looks really pathetic because no effort was put into it.
I did this next piece and called it "My complicated Life". My Teacher gave us the choice to do anything, so long as it had something to do with strings. I drew a little man running along the strings, which are all messy and jumbled up. This shows that although the road is in front of us, we have a lot of problems ahead of us, because in Life, nothing goes as smooth as silk. I was quite an emo back then, hahah.
Our teacher, then took us to a level higher, by asking us to draw realistic items. I sucked at this big time, and often got pretty low marks for it, thus I gave a "bo-chap" attitude towards the following art pieces.
I felt really demoralized and wanted so hard to prove that I could draw well. And so I did the next piece, and got great remarks for it. I was so happy that I started improving a lot on myself.
After that piece, my teacher told us to start drawing things that had flowers with shadings. I was so excited because Flowers were my favorite and shadings were a plus point for it! I love shading because it made things look realistic.
I did the next two pieces and guess what, I got Full marks for it!!! A dream come true for me, because Art wasn't a subject that I could get full marks in.
Full marks baby!!
If you're wondering what shape the flowers are in, It's my hand.
I left secondary 2 with one of my favorite pieces, other than the above ones. But the marks were a bit of a disappointment though. I thought I deserved better marks and so I approached the examiner and she replied "are you testing my marking skills?" During the exams though, there were teachers crowding around my table. I thought that I was in deep trouble, because during exams, you shouldn't have teachers crowding around you. But by the end of the exams, Mr.Ni actually told me that he really liked my art piece and he wished me good luck in getting high marks for it. I hoped for high marks too, but I only scored a 80/100. Oh well.
The theme was to design a book cover and I did one with the title "The secret City", drawing a mermaid with building underwater to show that beneath the sea bed, mermaids and their cities do exist, just like "Little Mermaid".
The title
The Full version
I think my mermaid looks hot. Hahah
I was looking forward to Secondary three because I thought that there were art classes, but to my great disappointment, there weren't any. I guess my batch is for the science classes.
I think that by making my batch not have any art classes, great talents like Beverly, Boon Hong and Meiyin lose out on a great talent that can really bring them forth.
Anyway, The New Year is coming in less that 48 hours. I hope everyone do have a blessed New Year! Cheers.
I always felt pressured in Art class because it never was like Primary school Art, where we could simply splatter paint all over the paper and our teachers would grade us with a job well done. But over time, I liked how much pressure I was in, and eventually fell in love with the Art classes because I learned that in Art, perfect isn't what the teacher wants, it's the amount of hard work, effort that you put into the art piece.
Well, I did some cleaning-up in my room and I managed to find some of my old art pieces. They're not really fantastic, but, I looked at them piece by piece, and noticed how much my drawing style has changed.
I hated doing "Know Drugs" art pieces, and this one was a combination of Chinese New Year and Know Drugs. I was willing to do a piece, but our teacher kept reminding those who didn't hand any in. It was better to and in than to get a big fat zero. Back then, grades were very important to me. Hahah. But this looks really pathetic because no effort was put into it.
I did this next piece and called it "My complicated Life". My Teacher gave us the choice to do anything, so long as it had something to do with strings. I drew a little man running along the strings, which are all messy and jumbled up. This shows that although the road is in front of us, we have a lot of problems ahead of us, because in Life, nothing goes as smooth as silk. I was quite an emo back then, hahah.
Our teacher, then took us to a level higher, by asking us to draw realistic items. I sucked at this big time, and often got pretty low marks for it, thus I gave a "bo-chap" attitude towards the following art pieces.
I felt really demoralized and wanted so hard to prove that I could draw well. And so I did the next piece, and got great remarks for it. I was so happy that I started improving a lot on myself.
After that piece, my teacher told us to start drawing things that had flowers with shadings. I was so excited because Flowers were my favorite and shadings were a plus point for it! I love shading because it made things look realistic.
I did the next two pieces and guess what, I got Full marks for it!!! A dream come true for me, because Art wasn't a subject that I could get full marks in.
Full marks baby!!
If you're wondering what shape the flowers are in, It's my hand.
I left secondary 2 with one of my favorite pieces, other than the above ones. But the marks were a bit of a disappointment though. I thought I deserved better marks and so I approached the examiner and she replied "are you testing my marking skills?" During the exams though, there were teachers crowding around my table. I thought that I was in deep trouble, because during exams, you shouldn't have teachers crowding around you. But by the end of the exams, Mr.Ni actually told me that he really liked my art piece and he wished me good luck in getting high marks for it. I hoped for high marks too, but I only scored a 80/100. Oh well.
The theme was to design a book cover and I did one with the title "The secret City", drawing a mermaid with building underwater to show that beneath the sea bed, mermaids and their cities do exist, just like "Little Mermaid".
The title
The Full version
I think my mermaid looks hot. Hahah
I was looking forward to Secondary three because I thought that there were art classes, but to my great disappointment, there weren't any. I guess my batch is for the science classes.
I think that by making my batch not have any art classes, great talents like Beverly, Boon Hong and Meiyin lose out on a great talent that can really bring them forth.
Anyway, The New Year is coming in less that 48 hours. I hope everyone do have a blessed New Year! Cheers.
Friday, December 28, 2007
No more races
I feel dreadful after re-reading the previous post. I'm fine now and I'd like to upload some videos.
See, I've been youtube-ing lately and I found some really cool videos of two brothers(Chinese) who play the sitar and tabla, which are Indian custom instruments, if you're wondering.
I've watched all the videos that they've uploaded and I must say, I'm impressed!!
See it for yourself!
Amazing isn't it? I think this two brothers have actually proven that they're not racist and that they're willing to except everyone as one race, the Human Race. I really like how one of the brother played the Sitar. I wanna' learn it too! hahah.
I guess I've got nothing else to blog about, and so I'll end here.
Toodles!
See, I've been youtube-ing lately and I found some really cool videos of two brothers(Chinese) who play the sitar and tabla, which are Indian custom instruments, if you're wondering.
I've watched all the videos that they've uploaded and I must say, I'm impressed!!
See it for yourself!
Amazing isn't it? I think this two brothers have actually proven that they're not racist and that they're willing to except everyone as one race, the Human Race. I really like how one of the brother played the Sitar. I wanna' learn it too! hahah.
I guess I've got nothing else to blog about, and so I'll end here.
Toodles!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
A bad christmas
This post will be a very emotional post, hope you don't mind.
This year has not been a very splendid year for me. Well, in fact, ever since I stepped in woodlands ring, life hasn't been really good for me. And this Christmas was the worst one ever.
My dad accidentally cut my dog somewhere near her eye and the cut has been to deep to stitch her up, adding to the fact that she just had a an operation last year and that she's as old ad 10 years old now. Well, on Christmas eve, she started sneezing and blood was oozing out from her nose, mouth and that cut. I panicked and couldn't help but cry because the thought of losing her on Christmas kept invading my mind. My parents and I then sent her to the emergency vet (surgery) but I was then devastated to find out that the only choice was to put her to sleep.
My dog, shandy, has been with me since I was 5, and has helped me,guided me and accompanied me throughout my ups and downs in Life. It pained my hurt to see her suffer but it hurt me more to let her to sleep. I insisted that I wanted to bring her home, and my Dad was furious at this decision. See, my dad was never a fan of me keeping animals because he never wanted to be involved in any part of the animal's world. He was also half-hearted to bring the dog to the vet initially but after my mum stepped in and somehow argued with him, he agreed but kept saying that it was unnecessary and kept telling me to put her to sleep.
In the end, I did not put her to sleep and brought her home. I hope she does recover and that she'll stay with me for a few more years. I can't bear to leave her.
After returning home, however, my parents had another argument. My Dad was seriously unhappy and somehow claimed that we(my mum, my brothers and I) only wanted him dead so that we can take his money. This was so not true and my mum bombarded back with the torturous years that she had to go through while living with my Dad's family. This continued on and on and in the end, my Mum told him that she wants a Divorce, to go their separate ways.
I really want to keep this family together but sometimes, things don't work out fine.
Ms Lim once wrote "Forgive-Forget-Accept"
But things don't work like that sometimes, at least in my world.
You should treasure everything that you have because you never know when you might lose it. And after you lose it, you'll regret everything that you didn't do when you had a chance to.
Saying a simple "I love you" or giving a hug to someone you really care, can actually brighten up that person's day, making him/her realize that she/he is loved.
2007 has been a really bad year for me, hopefully 2008 brings light to my Life and bring me out from the dark well that I have been stuck in.
Well, it's always depressing to end with a sad post, not only will I feel depressed when I re-read it, the people who read this will be depressed too.
I don't want sympathy from anyone because I don't need to be pitied. I won't show that I'm depressed because I don't want this to affect my days as well as other people's days too. I believe that I strong willed and I won't die down. XD
I don't have anything to say so I'll end this post with videos.
Merry Belated Christmas, and a very happy new year in advance!
This year has not been a very splendid year for me. Well, in fact, ever since I stepped in woodlands ring, life hasn't been really good for me. And this Christmas was the worst one ever.
My dad accidentally cut my dog somewhere near her eye and the cut has been to deep to stitch her up, adding to the fact that she just had a an operation last year and that she's as old ad 10 years old now. Well, on Christmas eve, she started sneezing and blood was oozing out from her nose, mouth and that cut. I panicked and couldn't help but cry because the thought of losing her on Christmas kept invading my mind. My parents and I then sent her to the emergency vet (surgery) but I was then devastated to find out that the only choice was to put her to sleep.
My dog, shandy, has been with me since I was 5, and has helped me,guided me and accompanied me throughout my ups and downs in Life. It pained my hurt to see her suffer but it hurt me more to let her to sleep. I insisted that I wanted to bring her home, and my Dad was furious at this decision. See, my dad was never a fan of me keeping animals because he never wanted to be involved in any part of the animal's world. He was also half-hearted to bring the dog to the vet initially but after my mum stepped in and somehow argued with him, he agreed but kept saying that it was unnecessary and kept telling me to put her to sleep.
In the end, I did not put her to sleep and brought her home. I hope she does recover and that she'll stay with me for a few more years. I can't bear to leave her.
After returning home, however, my parents had another argument. My Dad was seriously unhappy and somehow claimed that we(my mum, my brothers and I) only wanted him dead so that we can take his money. This was so not true and my mum bombarded back with the torturous years that she had to go through while living with my Dad's family. This continued on and on and in the end, my Mum told him that she wants a Divorce, to go their separate ways.
I really want to keep this family together but sometimes, things don't work out fine.
Ms Lim once wrote "Forgive-Forget-Accept"
But things don't work like that sometimes, at least in my world.
You should treasure everything that you have because you never know when you might lose it. And after you lose it, you'll regret everything that you didn't do when you had a chance to.
Saying a simple "I love you" or giving a hug to someone you really care, can actually brighten up that person's day, making him/her realize that she/he is loved.
2007 has been a really bad year for me, hopefully 2008 brings light to my Life and bring me out from the dark well that I have been stuck in.
Well, it's always depressing to end with a sad post, not only will I feel depressed when I re-read it, the people who read this will be depressed too.
I don't want sympathy from anyone because I don't need to be pitied. I won't show that I'm depressed because I don't want this to affect my days as well as other people's days too. I believe that I strong willed and I won't die down. XD
I don't have anything to say so I'll end this post with videos.
Merry Belated Christmas, and a very happy new year in advance!
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