Happy things

It's near Chinese New Year, we've done buying new clothes. I, for this year, bought a shirt, which perfectly covers all my weaknesses: my bye-bye-yok, and spare tyre. And I bought 2 dresses. It's the first time I'm buying them, willingly^^.

I like them very much but I'm saving them for after CNY, plus the fact that I'm with this bad hair style now, haiz~. Long hair and girly is quite the style that suits me best.

After last last week of reality boost: my Grade 6 violin failure result paper, I was triggered to set a goal. My chinese new year resolution, hehe, to get a Grade 7 violin distinction cert this year!

And also to practice violin everyday, get As for all subjects in school, to build self confidence, build up my assurance in making decisions, make goals for every violin week.

I've also change a new background for this blog (work from几米, a Taiwan artist), and a new profile picture for my facebook.

Happy Chinese New Year, world!

bad hair= bad mood

i planned to sketch some door panel design tonight, but I turned into a bad mood after seeing myself in the mirror. No matter how I comb it, it doesn't work.

I am sad and am angry at the hairdresser that's responsible for this!

The guy did not wet or blow my hair straight before he cut my hair, even though my hair was tied up. He just cut it dry. My hair is now in 2 straight lines, front and back.

I am determine not to let any male cut my hair anymore. Every time it's a man, I get stuffs like this, ridiculous! I wrote in my notebook that I would never trust hairdressers anymore, now come to think of it, it was good every time it a lady who's cutting my hair.

It's like the guys didn't study anything from the hairdressing school, no sense of suiting the hair cut according to your face's shape.

And I have to suffer a month of bad hair day, and face everyone with this ugly hair. I said,"I only have to not face the mirror for a month." Yen said "pity~". Every time I look in the mirror now, I want to cry. curse that guy, hope he gets scolded by his bos!

Usually I can overcome bad haircut after a day, but this time, I think I'll take a month.

thinking

one day, my student- Christ ask me am I going to teach after this. Are you teaching next year, next next year, next next...?

When I think of my lessons in Talent Growth, I feel that I like this job. I like teaching these kids. I enjoy it and often they inspire me, like this question do. My bos, Amy is a good bos. I'm thinking am I going to be teaching here for even 2 years more? Because I'm planning to move out next year when I'm in degree.

outdoor drawing class

Yesterday, we went outdoor for a landscape drawing lesson. We've done oil and soft pastel last few weeks, yesterday was watercolor. We went with 2 kbu vans to Mount Kiara park. It's a park which covers the whole mountain with some forest and hills.

We stopped twice at different spots to paint. I sat with some friends, kinda like a group of us in a few spots. Both spots I sat was under the sun. And for the second time we stopped, we sat there to finish the final: watercolor painting on an A2 size watercolor paper. Imagine painting a painting that big takes how much time than the first A3 sketches? I sat under the sun and finish most of it until our lecturer finally call it a day. We were suppose to hand that painting in that day itself, but many were far from finishing barely half of their painting, so Mr Adi said we may hand it in by next Friday. I know maybe when you are reading this, we might think "hey! who ask you to be so stupid, purposely go pick a sunny place to sit". I was aiming for a place before the bridge, it's a jambatan tergantung. plus when we started, it wasn't that sunny. But as the day pass, the sun changes it's position you know.

And now, my back is aching from sun burn. I was back-facing the sun when I paint so the front of my body didn't kena sun burn. When we (the whole class) went back from the park, my friend told me my back looked reddish, I thought he meant a reddish spot so I answered, "maybe I got bitten by some bug" cause I was feeling on my back.

And another thing. On our way back, we only got 1 van rather than 2, so we have to packed in it. the back sits of the van was meant for 12 but we have 20, but nevertheless, we fit in it. Pity us.

college sem 2

Do you often feel reluctant about writing your true words out in the internet, either in fb or in your blog, because you know your friends or family may have a free access to your words to you don't want them to know those words. Which in the end, you tell yourself, I'll just keep it to myself. I often come across this dilemma.

Although not much people know about this blog, I am still afraid. The blog was suppose to be a place for us to de-stress like talking to your best friends, but now...

Anyway, start the story. Last week, sem 2 started. We got our results. I got B for Drawing, Project, English, an A for Critical Studies, overall a B. All 4 subjects are equal to 100% and Drawing is 50%. So if someone gets an A in project out of some Cs in other subjects, they got overall A. I'm just figuring out how to get A in art because everything is so subjective even for the marking scheme now.

When we were having dinner including Yee Yen, I mention about my results which everyone already know except her. She said "Lee, I know you're the kind of people who doesn't like to stress yourself but you need to because that's the way to get good result. You know Pa and Ma got no money to support you and if you don't start working hard you are going to lose your scholarship. I hate the kind of people who doesn't go 100% for their goal."

Then I got defensive right away (I don't use to be like that, don't have that patience any more). "How you know I'm not working hard? I don't have correct or wrong answer and syllabus to study from, like in Medicine. I studied and did homework at home for 100 hours and you didn't even see me working at my projects, not even 3 hours. " How can she judge me when she don't have the time to lay an eye when I'm working on art. She is not fit to judge me. Everyone on the table talked defending my side. I said in a joking manner, "you don't have a childhood." because she's stressing so much. Although it's a joke, but it's sound hurting so I apologized when I got home. Because of this, I post something on fb.

And for the record, Mr. Adi (Drawing Lecturer) complimented on my oil pastel work today. Think I'll get good marks on this project.

Since this sem started, I don't know why, but it seems like I'm not so lonely anymore. More people approach me. I'm a little bit bonding with my classmates.

20/11/10 -T

Ziqi- boring book. still on Banjo position, pizz. and arco a little. Had used 1, 2, 3 fingers.

Zhe Xin- became so quiet now. Did theory today. Smart girl, gets it very fast.

Christopher- gets it for grouping notes in types of time signature. Taking theory grade 1

Amirul- my new student. had basic understanding. Gets theory easily. Setting up his violin.

Sao Chyi- had trouble clicking notes in 2 strings at once.

Yu Hang- improved yet still slow respond.

hidden heart problem

it was a saturday, i think, when Yee Leng met us and we had steamboat together. She asked me, "Lee, are you really moving in to my house? When are you moving in?" Since then, it's been bothering me.

This thing about moving out and growing up, it's disturbing. Ok, let's start with the moving out part. If I move out, our home will get more quiet which is sad. If i move out, my relationship with my family will not be as good which is what I'm concern about. I'm scared that I'll forget them like what I saw on tv, that 1 day I'll rather sent them to old folk's home than letting them them stay at my house.

But when I stay at home, I got nothing to do except when I'm studying. Everyday is a routine. Holiday no more feels like one because we all grow out of school. My parent had no longer need to fetch us up and down or take care of us.

It's a sad thing that the world works like this. Everything has to end somehow. We grow old and every1 leaves the family. Haiz.. I'm not talking about death though. We grow up, have to leave to work, to study, to marry. Even for friends, we no longer study or live together and see each other everyday. These toughs are sucking up my courage to move out, one day la, not now. I'm afraid that I'm going to live in my memories because now, I'm holding back in getting close to friends in kbu.

However, I tell myself, I won't forget if I don't want to. I will not forget my parent or my sisters. I will not forget my friends if I don't want to. If I move away from them, I can meet them whenever I want because they won't forget me either. Smiles~ signing off.