-=| Individuality |=-
So what is individuality?
I guess as I enter deeply into the theme of self, the more I feel that I am a stranger to myself. Who am I actually? I've wondered to myself once, how would I react if I were to find someone else who was exactly like me? I guess my first reaction would be to get into rival mode, and despise that person for having no originality to be authentic. But again, who likes to see someone else exactly like himself or herself? I guess that's why friends among each other have different characters but they have common interests, but they are different individually. There are many friends who become really close and they look really alike, but I guess there are sure to be differences.
I know that being individual and to be unique would be essential to survive in the art school. But the constant brain storming for new stuff is really tiring, and when a crazy idea goes to plan, people outside the open-minded circumference would look at me with the "Are you out of your mind?" look. I guess I just have to settle down with what I am and what I believe in, but believe it or not, it changes as a person grows.
Sometimes I ask myself, what is my identity? What do people recognize me as? What are the things in me require a change?
Living at home in individual rooms is like living the life of the desperate housewives, where many secrets are kept within oneself and behind closed doors. But occasionally my dad's hormonal changes ranges to the peak, where he does things out of the ordinary out of a sudden, he was asking absurd questions again, however I shall not fill in the details.
He was trying to persuade me to chop off my hair, at EZ cut, or whatsoever. Who actually enters there to get their hair done? More like ruined.
Hair is a statement of identity, and it leaves an impression on everybody whether subconsciously or consciously. With just a glance upon a sea of people, it is usually the hair and the clothes that catch the eye. And even for trainees like us to be in the industry, we can easily spot the exquisite from the ordinary, what more can I say about the professionals.
I think that it is so predictable to get my dad's character on one of those European comedies like "little Britain", or "Everybody hates Chris".
During the Secondary school years he always says
"Oh! What have I done to deserve this?
None of us in the family observe such habits, but why?
Why does he observe them all?
He keeps his thinky long, he talks back, paints his nail black occasionally, now he is keeping his hair.
OMG! What am I going to do? What have I done to get this son?"
I picture art schools as asylums, a building of eccentric people who are out of the ordinary. People who look at things differently from people who try to bring new things into the world, to accentuate the looks of things.
But when they graduate, when they are out into the public, like fishes who are released from the aquarium. They are out to challenge themselves, out to challenge the society of the uniqueness.
It is difficult to survive as an artist or designer, they are neither blue nor white collared. Which gives them possibilities to land in both fields. To be successful and create a name for them or end up helping a blue collared which degrades them even more. And the fact is that not many actually becomes famous, and end up doing something they don't plan to be. Artist are risk takers, risks higher or equivalent to dare devils take. Sometimes I ask myself if I'm up to it.
Sometimes I would just look at myself in the virtual mirror and ask myself
"Am I up to it?" "Have I chosen the right route?"
But I guess no one can answer this question for me, not even myself, I just have got to wait for time to tell if I have done it right. Till then I will be the driving master of my life, it is only for the help of God and I that would actually destine my success or failure of life.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
Personality : Flamboyant T@g W!SH3S 3M@!l CURR3NT M00D W3@TH3R F00T PR!NTS !N 3 S@nd R@D!0 ST@T!0NS P@ST R3CORDS L!NKS
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
