My Convocation~

Long overdued blog post this is. XD This is me and my mates at my convocation on 15th December 2007. Yes I've graduated from Dasein Academy of Art! (This would have sounded more dramatic if I had written this on time haha)



And this is for my best friends' enjoyment. Xuan, as I've promised, you are now in these photos XD (sorry for re-using the same photo, as this is the best photo of you that I have :p )


Really wished you were there though :)

Muhibbah

Every time after I finished with teaching the kids (I work part-time as a children's art teacher), I take them to the playroom to have fun until their parents come fetch them. Today only 2 boys were left, a Chinese and a Malay. This piece of information is important because that's what urged me to write this.

The boys were having the time of their life, screaming "Ghost! Ghost!" and running from a harmless, cute little girl who happened to be in the same room, and having no idea at all of the commotion. They scrambled up a slide with a small platform that can hold them both, cowering in mock fear. Kids, haha.

Then I heard something strange. I thought I heard "Don't touch me, you cannot touch me," which I thought was just a jest. But then I heard it a few times more, which sounded like there was more underneath. It came from the Malay kid, so I asked him to make clear of what he said.

He really did say "Don't touch me." He's only a kid, he must have learnt it from another person. I asked him why the other kid cannot touch him, he says, "Because I'm a Malay. Cannot touch a Chinese."

What rubbish, I told him. Where did he learn that from? "A teacher."

And we wonder why racism is still alive in our country.

My class is a healthy mix of children of different races. If you are familiar with kids, you can understand that they cannot see in their eyes the different skin colors that we have. All they see are classmates and playmates.

They are what we teach them to be. The government may keep on promoting perpaduan among all rakyat and the textbooks may teach about hormat-menghormati among different cultures. But what good can they do if the adults, those in charge of their spiritual and intellectual upbringing, teaches them otherwise?

Eh kawan, muhibbah la!

Question: who thinks I spend too much time with my Sims?

Question: who thinks I spend too much time with my Sims?

I can't help it. I'm fascinated by the pixelated dudes who belch, fart, and fall asleep on their food.



My sims have lived with me for 4, going to 5 years. I've watched them being born, grow up, have kids of their own, perform silly antics that make me laugh aloud in the middle of the night, alone in the living room. Till now I've seen 3 or 4 generations of the families in my alien-infested neighourhood.

Yes, green skin excites me. You don't know how ambitious I was trying to breed the whole neighbourhood with green-skins. Even had them perform adultery, and treating the alien women like pigs, meaning letting them have one baby after another.

Watching my families suffer is my guilty pleasure. Haha. Being successful is easy. What's challenging is making them suffer, and with different storylines with each family. This family could have a handful of high-maintenance, whiny kids, while another could have every family member suffering from low aspirations (ie never letting them have what they want. They hate me for this :) ) And maybe, I'll just build one toilet in a family of eight and see them fighting for the privilege of peeing in private. Most of the time they'll pee all over the place if they can't hold it in *evil grin*


I could go on forever.

Just to prove my point, I've selected a few highlights pictures to share:
A fight between a cop and a burglar:


The bare necessities:


Cute...:


Kidnapped by aliens:


Grim Reaper and the Hawaiian ladies:


Ghosts terrorising the neighbourhood:




The cow plant. Feed them a sim (the pixelated guys in the game) and they'll produce milk. Drink the milk (yuck) and get a longer life:


Sometimes they just amuse me:
Plastic surgery gone horribly wrong:


Watch your back, nanny:


My favorite son, Nathan Egg:


Sizzling hot~:


The kiss of Lurve~:


Those stupid faces!


Getting electrocuted:




Hungry for love:


Hungry for money:


Castaway 2:

Getting caught in an affair:


Getting joy-buzzered:


Mmm...brains....:


When there's a shortage of bathrooms:


Amusing clothes:
I've forgotten what job requires this ridiculous outfit:


Criminal mastermind outfit. I need to wash my eyes:


Ecologist guru. Be one with nature:


Captain Hero and the Llama mascot:


Some voodoo master or something:


My robot maid's formal wear:


Testing my creativity limits:


Faces only a mother would love:





Social Bunnies appears when my sims have very low social and fun needs:







So yes, I do spend too much time with my sims :)