Rumour has it, the weather was really hot and stifling the day I was born. Go figure, it was August. Summer weather. Temperature in the high 30's (Degrees Celsius, people, not Fahrenheit). When it came to naming me, my parents had a spot of trouble. Chinese name, no problem! My grandpa had it all set up. But Christian name? Uh-oh! Nothing in the lists! At last, after much deliberation, the folks settled on a variation of Catherine. That's a saint, by the way. Means "pure". I still laugh over it until today. Why? Because my buddies can tell you - I am the exact opposite of pure. Still, it's a nice name. Bit pretentious, but nice, nonetheless. So, hence I was christened, and then brought to a Catholic Church to be baptised. And yes, I am a Catholic. Proud of it. True, I don't always follow true to its teachings, but I am a Catholic. Well, technically, I'm what people call a "non-denominational Christian" (NDC). But I'll stick with Catholic. Easier than to explain why I'm a NDC. MUCH easier. So anyway, I was baptised exactly one month after I was born. At age nine, I took my first Holy Communion, St Ignatius Church, batch of 1994. Then, seven years later, I was confirmed as a practising Roman Catholic. Same church, same batch, different year, of course. In addition to having another godmother (I love you, Auntie Flo! *muacks*), I also received a middle name (original - no one else has it! *smug grin*). Now, I stand at barely five feet tall and possess a weight that yo-yos like a roller coaster. I'm 3 weeks shy of legalising my participation in local politics, though the day I hit the big 2-1 is the day I plan to thoroughly get wasted. I'm a second-year Communications major in Monash University, Malaysian campus, and rounded up my first year with a Distinction average. Man, am I a geek or what? Anyway, I'm done with my stint at the bookshop. As of 19th February 2006, I was a free agent again. However, as of 19th February 2006, I also officially became a freelance writer. I was given my first writing assignment from the editor-in-chief of a legitimate children's magazine, to review children's books, and - to my knowledge - it has been published. Kudos to me. ^_^ Love ya, Karen! *hugs* You gave me the opportunity of a lifetime! It's going to help sooooooo much when I apply for journalistic jobs in the future. * ~ * I enjoy literature of all varieties, any kind of art, movies that don't suck, television series that aren't lame and music that doesn't deafen me. I have a Grade A certificate in the Art of Eating, but sadly I have a Grade D certificate in the Art of Cooking. I unfailingly score distinctions in Sleeping 101, though my results tend to fluctuate in Creative Dreaming. When it comes to Whimsical Imagination, however, I pride myself in holding a steady place on the Dean's List, and I rank high in the honour roll for Absolute Randomness. I idolise James Blunt, Josh Groban, The Killers and Greenday. I fantasise about Hugh Jackman, Tom Felton, Seth Green, Sean Biggerstaff, Rodrigo Santuro, James Denton and all four singers of Il Divo. It shames me to say this, but I also harbour a crush on Daniel Radcliffe, Skandar Keynes - and Freddie Highmore is just so cute, it's hard NOT to like him. I'm a regular follower of Desperate Housewives, CSI: NY and House, and Dead Poets' Society remains, until today, the BEST - MOVIE - EVER in my book. And I'm a self-proclaimed supporter of animal rights, environmentalist movements, women's liberation front, liberalism in society and politics, and Harry Potter for Triwizard Tournament Champion. *huge grin* I collect stuffed animals, DVD's, books - and the dust that goes with it. I have a deep fondness for cute and cuddly animals, fresh flowers, the weather just before it's about to storm, rainy days, the Internet on a broadband connection, a comfy pair of jeans, T-shirts with weird sayings, funky and unusual silver rings, long and dangly earrings, a good argument and an intelligent debate. I'm also an amateur writer and an apprentice graphic designer, but here's hoping that with practice, I can promote myself to professional and master respectively. * ~ * The general consensus on me is that I'm sarcastic and cynical, with a dark sense of humour, a warped view of reality and in possession of a highly pessimistic opinion on life. A fair few tend to view me as temperamental and complicated, with a tendency to veer rapidly between the downright practical to the overly unrealistic. However, there are the occasional eternal optimists who adamantly believe that once you know which button to set me off, I can be as chatty and perky and wired as a head cheerleader on Ecstasy. God bless their lovable, but greatly disillusioned hearts. The truth is, none of them are really off the tangent. They're right and they're wrong. I'm all of that and a little more; simultaneously, I'm also none of that and everything less. Confused? Yeah, me too. If the authorities had their way, they'd be checking me into a mental institution for combination insanity and schizophrenia. *snickers* One thing that can be certain, though - I dislike people who try to fob their opinion on others, and force them to think the way they do. Word of the wise - don't ever try it on me. It's annoying, ridiculous and a baby step towards becoming a dictator. And frankly, I don't like dictators. I'm not a total racist, sexist or bigot, and I consider myself fairly open-minded, but I'll admit that I have certain prejudices. And dictatorship is among them. * ~ * A few of the (many) other things I don't like, falling under the category of safe and general, would include: advanced science subjects, certain types of food, shopping for clothes and shoes, the WWE, Malaysian drivers, lack of sleep, my dad's taste in music, not having the Internet, Malaysian movie and TV censorship, and studying (although that is unfortunately an unavoidable issue). Smoking irritates me, drug addiction disgusts me, murder disturbs me, rape saddens me, death of loved ones sends me into spasms of long-term depression and animal cruelty infuriates me. I have a particular loathing for corrupt politics, unaccounted prejudices, deep-set bigotry, human inequality and basic human rights restrainment. So there you have it, the lowdown - or something to that event - on my life. Scrape off the surface meanness, and what you wind up with is pretty much your average weirded-out-teenager-growing-into-not-so-mature-yet-adult. Welcome to my world. You - have - been - warned. * ~ * ** Blogging Buddies **
of Juha Harju. All rights reserved. Used with permission. Graphics by: Deanna
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Lonely ... Mood: Blurry ... Music: "Boondocks Saints Theme" - Irish Drinking Songs Nah. Not really lonely. I'm like the most unloneliest person in the world, because even when it seems like I have nobody, I have somebody. I have me. And I have God. That's enough to sustain me even through the loneliest of times. Of course ... friends help tremendously, too. XD I was doing the random Friendster check - and I realised that a lot of people I've known in my life have Friendster accounts. Gah! If I were to add each and everyone of them, no doubt I'd have a helluva lot more than the pitiful 30-odd people on my f-list. But meh ... Not that I hate them or anything. I don't. They might hate me, because let's face it, when I was in primary and secondary school, I was the most unlikeable of unlikeable of people. I was just horrible. HORRIBLE! But people change. I changed. I grew up, you see, as people inevitably do. I'm still not adding them. Mainly because they'd probably take one look at my Friendster profile and go - wtf? Why's this girl contacting me all of a sudden? Nah. Save me the trouble and spare them the hell. *evil grin* Besides ... they don't know I changed. They don't know how I've changed. For all I know, they probably still think of me as that weird, unlikeable, overweight drifter who always pretended to be something she wasn't. Man ... was I an IDIOT! I'm happier now. I've realised that I should never have worried about what people thought of me back then. I shouldn't have tried to be someone I wasn't, because in trying to be that someone, I was miserable. Now I know who I am. And I'm so much, oh so much happier. I fit. I don't care where I fit, I just fit. So what if I'm not overly popular, or have a million friends on Friendster, or am crowned Prom Queen? I don't care about that. I might have at one point ... oh so long ago ... but I don't give a damn now. I'm happy. And that's all there is to it. Sure, I'm stressed. And sure, my life's full of the rottenest shit ever. But I'm still happy. Because finally, I have found my place in the world. And I'm staying in it. So here's to those of you who are feeling happy. Here's to those of you who were losers in high school but are winners now. Here's to those of you who hated who you were but now love yourself for yourself. And here's to those who dared to trample you down and destroy you ... those who, until now, still haven't outgrown the sick desire to be condescending and rude to those they believe to be "less popular" ... for them, I have only two words: SCREW YOU! As for myself, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to those I hurt back in school for being a real pain. I'm sorry for being such an ass. I'm sorry for being ... well ... un-me. Now I'm me. And now I'm happy. So yeah ... YAY FOR ME! ^_^ Chin Yen, Elaine, Wen Jing ... par-tay at the peak first week of December! Uni gang ... MALACCA TRIP AT THE END OF EXAMS! Sean, Mark ... more girly chats. You owe me. Yan Lin ... we can both survive. We've done it before. We shall do it again. And then, when we meet again, we'll go out and get drunk and wasted. XD Yep, I'm happy. Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day:
"Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?" ~ Edgar Bergen ~ Posted at 02:24 am by kat_tan
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