Dream-catchers

And of course after a 6-month-long hiatus and blogger-block, I am back just for a lil while to talk bout something. Well, obviously I'm here to talk to bout something; that's exactly what blogs are for.

Anyway, ever had a dream?

No, scratch that, everyone has dreams. Unless you're one of those dead-as-a-log sleepers who don't dream bout anything at all (gosh, you have no idea what you're missing). I kid, I kid. I'm not talking bout those kinda dreams. Not the "series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind" kinda dreams.

I'm talking bout dreams, the kind that you have as a kid, and then as a teenager and then as a young adult, the kind that you wish and hope will happen. This kind:

"a cherished aspiration, ambition, or idea."

People are taught to think about their future when they're still mere kindergarten kids. They are asked questions like, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Most of them have ridiculous answers like, "I wanna be a princess / race-car driver /etc." Then grown-ups look at them, amused and tell them that they can be whatever they want to be; you just have to work hard!

Years pass, and you're in your last year of primary school and you get asked the same question again. Your choices have matured. Some of you say, "I wanna be a teacher / doctor / scientist / etc." And some of you still stick to your kindergarten choices.

Start of high school and a lot of you want to be rich and famous or do what you love like being an actor, a singer, an artist, etc. This is when your teachers start giving you funny looks and tell you that you can't do it and try to direct you to choosing more "sensible" jobs.

Suddenly, you're at your last year of high school and again you get asked that question, seriously this time. Some people long for others to ask them, some people dread it. It's true that one is probably the most confused about their future when they are in their last years of high school, when the future is actually standing right there, ready to greet you and take you on a longer, harder journey. Some of you start considering more mature choices like, "I'm going to be a surgeon / accountant / biochemical engineer / lecturer / etc." Teachers are happy that you are so ambitious and ready to chase that much more sensible dream.

And some of you still stick to your start-of-high-school dreams. The "impossible" ones. The ones that make your teachers cringe.
And you are so intent on chasing that dream that you really don't give a * about what other people think. Whether your parents support you or not, you're gonna go for it.

It's those people that have stuck to that impossible dream, those people who risked everything, those people who chased it, those people who succeeded in catching up and grasping it, that deserve respect.
The ones that became wonderful actors, singers and artists, doing the things they love.

But of course, respect also goes to all the other people who in the end reached success, whether or not they like what they're doing.

I know a few people who had wonderful dreams at the start of high school and ended up changing their minds in the end. Most of them just decided that it was safer to be sensible bout their future jobs, to not take any risks, to just earn the money and live their life. Others were discouraged by their parents. And others just suddenly had epiphanies and realised that from being an actor, they wanted to do actuarial science instead.

I feel quite sad that some of them gave up their actual dreams to chase new logical ones. But I won't judge their choice because in the end, it is their choice and I respect that.

But I am glad to say that since kindergarten I've always wanted to be an artist. And after high school, I am joining an art course. And I will be what I've always wanted to be and do what I've always wanted to do. Fortunately, I have the support of both my parents, all my friends and a few of my teachers. I know it's not gonna be easy and I might lose some hope along the way, but I'm not going to let that dream out of my sight, not even for a minute.


It's a lil too precious.

awkward turtles

I'm taking a break from doing my annoying load of prefect work. And so, I will tell you about my awesome Saturday....which was two days ago.

I read something somewhere on the internet that said something like, "You have to have bad days in order to appreciate the good days." And that's exactly what I thought to myself on Saturday. It's quite amazing how good that day was. It was just a normal day with friends and it was just......fun. And I was just so very....happy.

So I shall describe my good day and if you're the sorta person who just can't stand other people being so happy, I advise you to maybe go back to your Facebook-ing or maybe turn off the computer or something.


Anyway, my Saturday started off like this:

  So we've got Andrew looking outside the window, part of Jasmeet's head, Nishanth's back, Lydia smiling at the back and HOLY SHIT JASMIN. Love the face la. Oh and Nat and Kok Yan are hiding. Boo.

That picture up there is only part of the Editorial Board of my school. These people, including me, were chosen to go for the School Magazine Workshop organized by HELP Uni and we were all pretty excited.

The whole car journey to HELP was just plain noise. My dad, who was driving, was just like -_____-
He was probably thinking, "DAMN KIDS. MY SATURDAY MORNING IS RUINED." But anyway.

Sooo, we reached HELP and realised that we were one of the three schools out of 20+ wearing normal clothes. Everyone else were in their school uniforms or Ed Board t shirts (how intimidating). And there we were, in our t shirts/checkered shirts and jeans with our sling bags standing around, looking quite embarrassed. BUT WHAT THE HECK WE GOT OVER IT COS WE STOOD OUT YEAHHH
We were cool :P

Signed in, got a random piece of paper with a number on it, filled up some forms and proceeded to the theater.

See how everyone's in their school uniform?!

Suckers.

And how we're the odd ones out?!

Cool.

Anyway, once we were all settled in, Mr. Dhanesh, or should I say Uncle Dhanesh (since I've known him since I was a mere toddler) gave a welcome speech 

and all went well until we were split into groups according to the numbers that we were given when we signed in. 

Let me tell you this, I don't think much bout making new friends. But when faced with a situation where I do have to mingle around and talk to people I don't know, I'd rather not. Okay, to sum it all up: I'm anti-social. I feel awkward around new people and when I actually try to be sociable, they just look at me all weird. Probably cos I make very lame remarks that end with an awkward smile or......you know what, let's carry on.

So we were divided into groups and each group was sent to different lecture halls for an ice-breaking session. I hate those words. Ice-breaking session. The first thing that comes to my mind is me on a frozen lake and someone purposely knocks the icy surface with a hammer and the ice cracks and I'm trying to run away but the crack is catching up with me and it gets bigger and then the ice actually breaks into pieces and I fall into the freezing water.

yea ._.

Luckily in the theater earlier, I somehow made a new friend, a girl from St. Mary's and she got into the same group as me. So we walked together to the lecture hall we were supposed to go to and I didn't feel so awkward.

The ice-breaking activity that all of us had to go through was the famous newspaper dance, but instead we did it on mahjong paper. Oh yea, you're probably thinking, "pffffft, mahjong paper, so easy." HELL NO

We were divided again into groups of five. So is a mahjong paper big enough? Not really.

Yeah, that lil white thing at the bottom of their feet is the mahjong paper after being folded in half bout 4 times.

The joys and wonders of climbing on people just to get to know them.

This all lasted for bout 15 minutes and then we were back in the theater with everyone else.

So the day went on smoothly. Got a lot of info from the talks given, one of them by Mr. Siva, or Uncle Siva (cos he too has known me since I was a mere toddler).

Explaining fonts.

Lunch break was awesome. Actually, aren't all lunch breaks awesome?

Had the whoooole place to ourselves :D

How deceiving.

He just can't accept the fact that there's no door.

AWKWARD TURTLE TIME with a terrorist at the side

With Gabby from Stella Maris :D

And the day pretty much went on like this. And I'm quite sure you can feel this happy vibe from all the pictures you just saw. 

I loved that day.

And to top it all off, I had a really good Lit class with Lydia, Cassie, Andrew, Kean Hua and the new girl, Kimberly from WMS!

Let's end this post with Andrew making a funny face.

 

✌☺

corn thorn unicorn horn

The whole of Friday afternoon. The whole of Saturday. The whole of today.

Could have been used to study.

Could have.

But nope. My gut feeling told me to hang out with friends, stay on the computer, go to the mall, read books. And then my mind told me to feel the guilt. No, it made me feel the guilt of not studying. Buuuut I wouldn't do anything bout it. Just sat there, feeling pathetic and stupid and lazy and then I'd continue doing other stuff to keep me distracted from the guilt. And it would all happen again. And the cycle continued. It's even happening now.

My Add Maths book is in front of me now, just staring at me right in the face. I feel like slapping it away but then I'd feel the guilt again.

This post is going nowhere. 

There's one more week and a day of exams to go through. Then that'll be over and I can focus on more important things in my life at the moment, like Ed Board work, prefect work and my art. I haven't drawn a proper picture in more than a month and I'm starting to feel a lil worried that I've lost my skill. It's a horrible feeling. So once exams are done, I'm gonna let the creative juices flow until it drowns the whole world!

Okay that sounds a little disgusting.

:S

gurgle

It's gonna be midnight and I have an English exam tomorrow.

My internet just got installed again and I've been on the computer since 8 pm. Thank God it's English tomorrow and not some stupid Add Maths paper. I haven't had proper internet for bout 2 and a half weeks, and I was just getting used to it. Getting used to sitting outside my room more and reading more and also studying more (omg). Then the unifi people came to the house today and installed, what I call at the moment, the lovely monstrosity.

Intervensi 1 has been going on for two days already. Two days, and I'm already dying. But I guess the dying part's my fault since I didn't study. At all. For the exams. I feel bad but at the same time, I really couldn't care less.

Anyway, exams go on until the end of February and then it'll be March and I'll say "Gosh, how'd I enter the third month of my last year in high school so fast?" and then I'll get all emo and try to spend as much time with my friends as possible and not let any of it go to waste.

As if.

I'll probably be sitting in front of my computer (unless the internet gets cancelled again) and refusing to go on any outings with anyone cos I'm a grumpy, anti-social girl who has issues with laziness and a tendency to take 2-hour-long naps everyday in the afternoons. 

Okay, on a brighter note, the 2010 school magazine got distributed today and everyone seems to like it and I'm very happy with that. Not wrong to feel a lil proud bout something once in awhile. After all, Nat & I did put a lot of hard work into that 176 pages of pure awesomeness. 

I think it's 176 pages.

❀ It's already 12:07 a.m.

hackitty-hack-hack-hack

Come on, throat, you're killin' me here.

You're really killin' me.

Justin Bieber.

I'm entering my third week of Form 5 life with a terrible sometimes-phlegmy-but-most-of-the-time-dry cough, unfinished homework, tired eyes and a fear of being scolded by someone because I haven't finished with the decorations for my lil English corner in class yet since I'm the English AJK. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DECORATE, I GOT OTHER THINGS TO WORRY BOUT GAHHHH

Right now I'm taking a break from all that essay-writing (what am i talking bout. i've only just done 4 paragraphs)

 *mirror image

Which is quite an accomplishment for me since it's homework and not an exam of some sort.

I only ever write well during exams because of the pressure. It's impossible for me to finish a karangan panjang on time if it's homework because I've got so many distractions. Damn distractions. But this is a new year! And with that, I will finish this karangan panjang and be able to pass it up tomorrow. But let's continue this blog post first.

I just realized I have less than a month before my first exams start, which are, unfortunately, on Valentine's Day. Not that I celebrate it. ....well, okay I do, but maybe not this year since nothing seems to be happening with the love part of my life *cough cough cough phlegm cough cough
But I pity the other Form 5's who currently have a significant other and feel all frustrated that they can't spend that special day out with them or whatever.

I became the vice president of the photography club in my school! :D
Quite happy.


Anyway, I found out yesterday that they were giving out Justin Bieber's concert tickets in BV2. I also heard that some people actually camped outside BV2 the night before. Is this true? lol
I won't be surprised if someone shoots JB while he's performing. I mean, we have some pretty crazy people here in Malaysia. And anyway, if he doesn't die by getting shot at, he'll probably lose his life by being suffocated by all girls below the age of 16 who are strangely obsessed with him. And when I say strangely obsessed, I actually mean that they're willing to kill anyone in the name of Justin Bieber.

Writing this is already making me feel a lil wary of my surroundings.

Who knows, there might be a strangely obsessed JB fan hiding under my bed right now, knife in hand, ready t- *slicing sound

I'm alright, I'm alright! I totally got her. Now where should I put her body....