Just got back from my school Perth trip. I took two hundred and eighty photos and two videos. And I gawked at an amazing amount of cute babies. Australia's babies are beautiful. They have really white skin and brown/gold hair, and brown/blue eyes. And you don't see any skinny ones. They're all nice and plump. And the mothers don't mind you bending down to the level of the pram and cooing over the baby. They're really nice. On the last day, I finally bought something for myself, as in just for myself, and they weren't groceries. I spent money on groceries, chocolate, essential oil and food. Then I bought this book: Prose and Cons by the inmates of Fremantle Prison. It's surprisingly good. Don't expect all inmates to be all hardened bikies, druggies and illiternate people. The warden who took us around, Brendan(he smokes. I can smell it around and about him.)said that most of the inmates inside were people of the middle-class, and they were all literate. I bought it for AUD$10. Then we went to Fremantle Market after that. I walked with Niha and Su Xuan, and I bought this shirt that I liked immensely. It cost AUD$35 though. Don't call me a rich kid. I only spent AUD$45 on myself. The rest were on items for my parents, and groceries which were to be shared among my roommates. They were: Eldora(My silly, nonsensical but well-meaning wife), Orisa(My youngest daughter), Siti(My eldest daughter), Amanda(Not her real name)(My middle daughter) and Yi Fan(Amanda's boyfriend). Of course, I rule the roost. I'm the gay dad. People, don't flood my tagboard. There's too much to say for my Perth trip. Taxing. Expensive. But ultimately, the 'time of my life'(Cliche alert! Red alert!). Oh, it was a debate trip. My team debated with Mount Lawley Senior High. Niha and I are 13 and Yi Fan is 14. And we were up against 16 year olds. Of course we lost. But by 284 to 287. And the adjudicator said we were kickass. I'm kinda on the moon. Anyone got an extra oxygen mask? My supply's running out.
LOL.:)
Just got back from KL, from a trip with my mother's tennis kakis(friends). Wah bloody lau! Those friends of hers can EAT! You know me. I can EAT. They EAT even BETTER. Wah se man...Freak, they told me once they ended a tennis practice at 2200hrs, and went to eat till 0400hrs! 6 damned hours! Shit,man! Cool or what, I don't know. Maybe not for my classmates, but to me, yes. Wah siao, maybe I'll grow up to be like them.
As 'cheem'/'chim' as the title sounds, it isn't that bad. All I wanna say is that I wonder about my social status. I'm probably off the bloody radar, I don't socialise a lot. I don't even speak to some of my classmates. I could say that I'm absolutely not sure how to socialise. And the new year is coming up, and I have no idea which class I'm in, nor who's in the same class as I am. So I'll have to make new friends again. Ah, bloody hell. Freak. I, profess that I'm terrible at that. I have no idea how to go up to someone and speak to them and make friends. I don't know how the other people do it. They just go up to anyone they want and they start talking. Within a couple of seconds they're talking like they've know each other for their entire life, and it's so natural. Laughing and smiling comes so naturally to them. Anyway, I've feel I've got a couple of ways that really help. As in help to calm. (I feel like a bloody toot doing this though.) I shall share them now.
1. Write calligraphy. I love it. You should try it.
2. Listen to music. Preferably rock(as of now)but those CDs I have lying around the house works too.
3. Read books. No surprise there, for the people who know me...
4. Write fiction/fanfiction.
5. Surf the net...for manga and fan fiction, preferably.
6. Let my imagination take hold, and imagine stories, or draw out imaginary creatures and people.
7. This is odd. Don't get a shock........Ironing. Ironing my school uniform helps. But it gets kinda stuffy in the study where the ironing board is, cause the air-conditioning failed and gave up the ghost.
Thought I'd share. If anyone is reading this, perhaps this kind of stuff could soothe some frazzled nerves out there. Before you take up a kitchen knife and start killing anyone. Haha. ;)
My mother imposed an ultimatum on me today. She gave me two choices.
C1. Have long hair. Wear a skirt/dress once a week for normal weeks. For the pair of pants you get to wear, it has to be different each week. One pair can't last two weeks. For school holidays wear skirts/dresses two times a week. Three times a week you can wear pants.
C2. Continue to have your short hair. Wear only skirts/dresses on weekends. For school holidays wear skirts/dresses four times a week.
Freak.
EARTH TO THE MOTHER OF THIS MAD FREAK!! ARE YOU ON SOME CAMPAIGN TO MAKE A FEMININE FIGURE OUT OF YOUR BLOODY DAUGHTER, AND TORTURE HER TO DEATH IN THE PROCESS?!
I'm a tomboy. And I'm happy with it. I love my short hair(though I want one that my mother's golf teacher has, but my parents won't agree). I love wearing baggy pants(knee-length or jeans). I'm at ease with myself, which is an un-girlish female. I don't like shopping for bags/clothes/shoes. Everyone says I'm a tomboy. I have no qualms about it. Some people may mistake me for a lesbian but I ca say with confodence that I'm not a lesbian. I have one question:
SHOULD PARENTS OF TOMBOYS SEEK TO 'FEMINISE' THEM?
In my opinion, NONONONONONONNONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOOOOO.
NON. (LATIN)
不应该. (CHINESE)
NON. (FRENCH)
Need I make myself clearer? You should get my gist. Damn. A tomboy. You're just seeking to destroy who your daughter is! You're trying to destroy her character, tell her that her who she is, her inner identity, is completely wrong, being a tomboy though not a lesbian is wrong. You're trying to make her reform, change her character, get rid of her identity and get another just to suit your selfish whims and fantasies! You don't care about whether she wants to be feminine or not! This reminds me of what I feel about this year in bloody f-ing mgs(note I didn't give it caps). When the f-ing form teacher(yes! she's a bloody bitch! I mean it! Dad, don't come chasing and correcting my language, she doesn't deserve any respect!) decided that I was behaving unlike the rest of my classmates, like I 'have a morbid interest in war', 'write disturbing poetry', 'read unsuitable books with gore, violence and sexual innuendo', 'behave violently', 'uses vulgar language', 'puts people off in way completely different from her classmates', 'acts mature', 'is like a soldier, military-like', 'stares at people oddly when they're bing nice', 'does not communicate well with her classmates' etc. WAKE THE HELL UP! GET OUT OF YOUR NICE COMFY BED OF ILLUSION, OF THE MIST AND CLOUDS THAT BLOCK YOUR CATARACT-FILLED EYES FROM SEEING THE TRUTH! That's all wrong. The first three are wrong. Number Four is a little true. But one of your favourite pupils, that bitch TL(these are her initials, she's register 31 of class 1E'08), is even more violent than I am, and you don't even give a bloody shitting damn! All you focus on are my mistakes, those tiny little smudges on my white record sheet of paper! You don't look at your favourite pupil's language. You pick out the loopholes in my writing and capitalise on them, while ignoring all the good work I've turned in! You give me mediocre marks, marks that I believe I deserve more than! You can cite 'you phrased it differently' and that determines 2 marks for your bloody favourite students, and zero, zilch, nada, for me! I have risen up, and beaten you at your own game. I have scored well in the English and Lit examinations. Too bad for me that the daily work marks, those that you marked me down for, had to pull me down by approximately 3 marks. Freak you. Thoughts: this is an emotionally charged post! Please bear with me as I get everything out of my system!
And then, after you decide there's something wrong with me, you squash me into a box, taped up sealed shut stapled down and glued up. You post the box off to the Counselor's Conveyor Belt. At the first stop, they open the box and dissect everything. Nothing works against them. Emotional and thought barriers, nothing works. They dissect you and figure out what's where. Second stop. They link you up to this supercomputer and they figure out what's what. Like this is EQ and this is anger and this and that. Third stop, they take out one thing. Fourth, they take out another. They go on and on and on. They take out one item at a time, whatever they think is unsuitable. They just rid you of what they think is bad, what might 'harm' you, what is errible in their warped, twisted vision of 'perfect and normal', the 'circlish square'(refer to my previous post for this), what everyone else is and what you are not. Then they start putting things in. By now you're so broken that you don't evn recognise yourself. They put things in, like more social-ness and all. Until they deem you fine, perfect, a circlish square, and they dump you out of the conveyor belt. But I was fortunate. I pretended to be more social and all the counselor thought I should be, so she said I could stop till the exams ended. Then I was to call her after. I decided not to. My character doesn't need any more dissecting, picking apart, or breaking down! I like the way I am. I don't want any changes. I don't want to go back into the counselor's office. I don't want to do anything. Now all I feel like doing is staying in my room and fantasising about my world, writing fiction or fanfiction, drawing little sketches of imaginary people, and writing calligraphy. I'll have music blasting. I just wanna retreat into myself, lock up the key to my inner self and never let any 'concerned' teachers, or the counselor, to unravel the threads of my inner self and decode the codes of myself. I don't think I need the counselor.
Final thoughts: (By final I mean end of this post, not end of life.) How did this spin so far off what I first started? Never mind. Oh, and fantasising really helps to relieve pain. Psychological pain, that is. Unfortunately it's temporary. I go into my own world, only to have to come out and face the harsh reality of the world that I live in again. Sigh. ;(
I've been thinking about four very interesting questions.

Q1. Why do people want children?

Q2. Why do people not want children?

Q3. Should abortion be allowed?

Q4. Should euthanasia be allowed?

A1. So, let's tackle the first question. People often say that children brought joy to their lives, enlightened them on many things, became the source of daily entertainment, gave them much glee and was fun to raise. Maybe. I can't see that now. I think children are only adorable and fun when they're babies. After that they start to talk and rebel and oppose you on all kinds of things. I've helped out enough at my mother's art camps for children to know. To me, they're irritating sometimes. Most of my friends know that I'm kind of short-tempered. (Kind of is an understatement.) Maybe some people have children out of an obligation, or to fit into a circlish square. A circlish square is my inventment. Because I think these two shapes are perfect, and when I say circlish square, I mean a mold that people seem to have to fit into. Like: marry, have a couple of kids after a period of up to a year, enjoy marriage, still remain faithful despite love waning over the years as Mr. Old Age(my invention) knocks on the door with his suitcase full of old age and a laptop filled with information about the people he has to visit and distribute each person's share. My inventions should have a post all to it's own. My brain is equipped with a very fertile imagination, and I take buses back from school, which provide me with plenty of time to imagine. Then grow old together, living nicely, not bickering too much, children visiting once or twice a week, then finally dying, with the doting spouse and grown-up children mourning beside. Maybe the older generation(May grandparents I mean) want them to have children to cary on the family name(Shit man, just how long ago was that?!)

A2. People may think that children are a hassle, a waste of kaya(that came from a television show that's on now, I'm half-listening, and they're talking about kaya)I mean waste of money, and a waste of time. Perhaps they are. Maybe they just take up space, bring problems like teenage angst(like my dad claims that's what I'm going through), flood the house with their swearing(what I'm doing) and other things like enrichment classes, leisure classes, sports and other money-sapping things, like if they have some kind of health/body problem, there's treatments and check-ups and medication(if any) and medical things that turn into Money Monster(my invention)too. (hint hint: Money Monster scarfs down money with a vengeance.)

A3. Yes and no. Yes for the people who had been raped, and yes and no for those with no finances to raise it. I'm not saying you can't have sex with your spouse if you can't raise the baby it might produce, just that you might want to use your brain to think of one word: contraceptives. No for those who just don't want to have a baby. Unprotected sex is exactly the thing that people who don't want a baby shouldn't have.

A4. Depends. If they have a terminal illness, and have a bleak future ahead of them, filled with pani and suffering, maybe they should get their doctor to do it. But if they're just tired of living, sinking into depression and wanting to die, then no. Go get a counselor.

This is all that's been on my mind this week. Less than other weeks...because I keep on having debates with myself about the questions, and I can't move on to others. Now it's out. I wonder what's next. (Goes away and thinks hard for approximately half a minute)
I know! (Comes back with a lightbulb above my head, my finger raised high in the air) The great debate about whether I am a homo/bi starts now!!!! Haha. People, don't be alarmed. I'm perfectly safe. OY! why are you all running off and screaming? WHY YOU ALL 'TAO' ME?!
Really, I just realised the week just went past, and I haven't done anything. Or rather, not. I attended this camp for primary school MGS kids, and I was a leader there. If you read my previous posts, you'll know about the escapades and the tiring part. Freak. As usual, I'm swearing like a drunken sailor. Get used to it, comrades! March on in this long battle against the torturous teachers, who, instead of supposedly nurturing young minds, bombard our fort with missiles and bullets called projects and homework. They launch bombs named criticism, hate, and bias. Haha, seriously. Go figure. I have a teacher who is named Lemon...for people in my cell you should know. Well, for the moment I shall indulge myself in my own fantasies, the ingredients for my daydreams which keep me blessedly happy and rids me of some rage in buses. Unfortunately, I shall terrorize the passengers and the drivers on the roads as soon as I turn eighteen in five years.....Muahahaaaa! I'm the kind of person who loves adrenaline kicks, who loves speeding and terrorizing people! You can figure out the fact that I'm a daredevil. Hahah, really.
Random thoughts:
A list of things to do when I grow up
-bungee jump
-go drifting(You know, those seriously cool cars that drift sideways at speeds of 100km/h, those that produce that damned shiok noise of engines and tyres squealing...Wah damn shiok man!)
-go dirt-biking
-ride a motorbike(Maybe even own one, preferably a Harley-Davidson, but damned ex(to me) 20 000 bucks man...maybe a Ducati, wah damn shiok also!)
-drive a sports car(one that goes 150km/h and above please) I have my eye on Maserati(any model)/Lamborghini Murceliago(I think this is the spelling, I saw the pic online)/Porsche 911/Ferrari(any model). but I'm siao, I'll never afford it, I'm just a student, with average grades.
-buy rock CDs. Lately, I've taken an interest in these three bands: Green Day, Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance. They're rock. My mother would never approve of them, the image of the band is kind of 'emo', what with pale faces, black eyeliner and all.
-buy other Chinese pop CDs.
-learn Japanese.
-learn Latin.
-learn all the European languages(If possible).
-any more ideas? I'm having a brain blockage. Reason: incessant nagging from my parents now to get off the com and go to sleep.

Join me in debate! Parents: boon or bane? We shall debate on both sides.