So how's life?
Soo.....how's life? (this is the 'trademark' question/greeting, if you will, of my cousin Kenneth Lee.) apparently he asks it so often that his mum gets quite annoyed whenever he does ask it. But you know, it's important, i think, to ask people what's going on in life. I mean, you dont ask, you dont know rite? Unless they're nice enough to tell you...but we digress.
Anyway, i just came back from youth, woaaa mum talked for a long time about ...almost everything XD but it was good. About time we got some solid teaching. For those youth that read my blog, i need your help in the talent night listings, please contact me soon! if you're the leader of an item especially. =) thankyouu
My Dad's taken up painting. I'm not sure if i've mentioned this before, but yes, he has. Painting, of all things. Not only now, does the smell of pungent turpentine run through the house, but the gamesroom is filled with assorted paints and basically radiates the smell of ....well...paint =\. I went in there to watch TV, 5 minutes later i come out with a massive headache. But you know, i'll hand it to my Dad. I never knew he could paint.
Nonono, dont get me wrong. He's not retarded or anything. But he actually paints....decent-good paintings. Really, i try to hide my shock when he uncovers... 'unveils' (so he terms it) his new paintings. They're actually...well, they resemble something =\. Which makes it sound kinda crap, but they're like, accurate, they're good. He's obviously got quite an artistic vision. Which brings me to my point.
How the hell did i end up like this?
Geez, i struggle when drawing stick figures. Just ask Rob or Lawrence, one day in History our teacher asked us to promote capitalism with a cartoon. Sure i did, with stick figures. Apparently lawrence thought it was a few female protesters getting shot by Government officials outside the Kremlin. (dont ask me where that came from.) But back to my point, i have absolutely no artistic talent. I really dont, anybody who knows me well enough will agree wholeheartedly. So....right there, i've proved Lamarckism (another evolution theory) wrong. Abilities aren't passed down to generations to come. Thank goodness in a sense, dont want my kids to be retarded...
Well, i'll put up a photograph that i took in Guilin, China. One of the most beautiful places on earth (in my opinion). Have a look. My Dad wants to draw it.
Beautiful isn't it? I love how the fog sorta just covers the tops of the mountain. Gives it the whole, misty - traditional look. It's exactly like how you see in the PROPER photos/paintings. I mean, maybe you cant see the beauty because of my horrible photography skills. But, you know, even with my crap skills, there is still an element of beauty inside that shot, and inside my head. Nothing beats the real thing. Damn, i should pack Cuz and Kim inside my bag, just to take nice shots next time. Oh well.
So i left my Dad too it, i think he's trying it now. He's obsessed with painting. He did it till like 1 yesterday, which was psycho/crazy (or both). But in a sense, it's good to see that he's found something that he loves doing, everybody should have something that they love doing. I know for a fact that whilst he was doing that, i was sitting right here listening to my music. (i didnt sleep too late cuz ><)
Hobbies are important. It gives you a sense of...belonging? proffesionalism? purpose? yeah. i like the last term the best. I can name a few people who have different hobbies, Leon and his electric guitar, Cuz with Photog, and i think Kim's the same too....Dad's painting, David's drawing....Wei Wei's cooking...Crosby and his bass...lots more too.
A hobby reflects your personal style i think. For example. I love photography. Cant do it for crap, but i love seeing a GOOD photo. Which is probably why i'm related to my cousin, who happens to be one of the most pro photographers i know. And she knows Kim (who i adopted as a cousin against her will XD) who is also uber pro at photography. We love to see an awesome photo, whether it be a photo that captures all the wrath of a fiery volcano, or one that portrays the simplicity of nature in the clouds. People can tell that we like that stuff, we're more into the beautiful side of the world. Leon on the other hand, he loves his electric guitar. He's bloody good at it as well. But if i got him to look at a photo of a beautiful sunset.....i honestly dont think my best friend would feel any more emotion than if he just stepped on an ant.
It's just the difference. Am i making sense? it's really hard to explain, i'm sorry. But maybe some of you get it. Most of you will know that i'm obsessed with music. And that's my hobbie. What does it say about me? i have no idea actually. I really dont know if it says anything about me at all. But all i can say is that when i play music...i feel that i've got a purpose, that i'm doing something that i'm decent at. It's the sense of belonging.
And then of course, there's God. Who gives me and every other christian in the world a sense of purpose, but He's in His own massive league....
Meh, it's quite late. I think this week has taught me alot. I know now what is important to me, and what is not. yeah....i learnt alot this week. I hope that it stays in my head...
OH OH before i go, everybody......WISH JENNY A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! (Type it in the chat box....now -.-) Happy birthday to our most loved Jenny!!! Tomorrow, i'm sure you'll be so surprised!!! Awww go my little sis!!!!!! =) She's so cool. Haiz, all these popular people, tsk tsk, makes you wonder doesn't it?
I can only imagine...what it will be like, when i walk by Your side.....
Fin~
Anyway, i just came back from youth, woaaa mum talked for a long time about ...almost everything XD but it was good. About time we got some solid teaching. For those youth that read my blog, i need your help in the talent night listings, please contact me soon! if you're the leader of an item especially. =) thankyouu
My Dad's taken up painting. I'm not sure if i've mentioned this before, but yes, he has. Painting, of all things. Not only now, does the smell of pungent turpentine run through the house, but the gamesroom is filled with assorted paints and basically radiates the smell of ....well...paint =\. I went in there to watch TV, 5 minutes later i come out with a massive headache. But you know, i'll hand it to my Dad. I never knew he could paint.
Nonono, dont get me wrong. He's not retarded or anything. But he actually paints....decent-good paintings. Really, i try to hide my shock when he uncovers... 'unveils' (so he terms it) his new paintings. They're actually...well, they resemble something =\. Which makes it sound kinda crap, but they're like, accurate, they're good. He's obviously got quite an artistic vision. Which brings me to my point.
How the hell did i end up like this?
Geez, i struggle when drawing stick figures. Just ask Rob or Lawrence, one day in History our teacher asked us to promote capitalism with a cartoon. Sure i did, with stick figures. Apparently lawrence thought it was a few female protesters getting shot by Government officials outside the Kremlin. (dont ask me where that came from.) But back to my point, i have absolutely no artistic talent. I really dont, anybody who knows me well enough will agree wholeheartedly. So....right there, i've proved Lamarckism (another evolution theory) wrong. Abilities aren't passed down to generations to come. Thank goodness in a sense, dont want my kids to be retarded...
Well, i'll put up a photograph that i took in Guilin, China. One of the most beautiful places on earth (in my opinion). Have a look. My Dad wants to draw it.
Beautiful isn't it? I love how the fog sorta just covers the tops of the mountain. Gives it the whole, misty - traditional look. It's exactly like how you see in the PROPER photos/paintings. I mean, maybe you cant see the beauty because of my horrible photography skills. But, you know, even with my crap skills, there is still an element of beauty inside that shot, and inside my head. Nothing beats the real thing. Damn, i should pack Cuz and Kim inside my bag, just to take nice shots next time. Oh well.
So i left my Dad too it, i think he's trying it now. He's obsessed with painting. He did it till like 1 yesterday, which was psycho/crazy (or both). But in a sense, it's good to see that he's found something that he loves doing, everybody should have something that they love doing. I know for a fact that whilst he was doing that, i was sitting right here listening to my music. (i didnt sleep too late cuz ><)
Hobbies are important. It gives you a sense of...belonging? proffesionalism? purpose? yeah. i like the last term the best. I can name a few people who have different hobbies, Leon and his electric guitar, Cuz with Photog, and i think Kim's the same too....Dad's painting, David's drawing....Wei Wei's cooking...Crosby and his bass...lots more too.
A hobby reflects your personal style i think. For example. I love photography. Cant do it for crap, but i love seeing a GOOD photo. Which is probably why i'm related to my cousin, who happens to be one of the most pro photographers i know. And she knows Kim (who i adopted as a cousin against her will XD) who is also uber pro at photography. We love to see an awesome photo, whether it be a photo that captures all the wrath of a fiery volcano, or one that portrays the simplicity of nature in the clouds. People can tell that we like that stuff, we're more into the beautiful side of the world. Leon on the other hand, he loves his electric guitar. He's bloody good at it as well. But if i got him to look at a photo of a beautiful sunset.....i honestly dont think my best friend would feel any more emotion than if he just stepped on an ant.
It's just the difference. Am i making sense? it's really hard to explain, i'm sorry. But maybe some of you get it. Most of you will know that i'm obsessed with music. And that's my hobbie. What does it say about me? i have no idea actually. I really dont know if it says anything about me at all. But all i can say is that when i play music...i feel that i've got a purpose, that i'm doing something that i'm decent at. It's the sense of belonging.
And then of course, there's God. Who gives me and every other christian in the world a sense of purpose, but He's in His own massive league....
Meh, it's quite late. I think this week has taught me alot. I know now what is important to me, and what is not. yeah....i learnt alot this week. I hope that it stays in my head...
OH OH before i go, everybody......WISH JENNY A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! (Type it in the chat box....now -.-) Happy birthday to our most loved Jenny!!! Tomorrow, i'm sure you'll be so surprised!!! Awww go my little sis!!!!!! =) She's so cool. Haiz, all these popular people, tsk tsk, makes you wonder doesn't it?
I can only imagine...what it will be like, when i walk by Your side.....
Fin~