Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Claymation Exercise: Facial Expressions
This is just an exercise, so don't mind the short length and lack of plot.
Even if you do mind... This took me around three hours to make, so shut it, thank you very much.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Vote Midhaven!
https://www.facebook.com/HardRockMumbai?sk=app_205164529573076&app_data
Vote for my brother's band, Midhaven, by going to page 2, finding Midhaven, and clicking download.
Thank you!
Vote for my brother's band, Midhaven, by going to page 2, finding Midhaven, and clicking download.
Thank you!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Whitewash - Midhaven
This is the song 'Whitewash' by my brother's band, Midhaven. (My brother, Karan Kaul, is the one with the ciggy hanging out his mouth. )
Listen and enjoy! <3 p="p">
My brother would really appreciate it if you left some feedback by commenting on this post.
You can like his Facebook page here, or contact him by requesting me for his email.
Thank you!
Listen and enjoy! <3 p="p">
My brother would really appreciate it if you left some feedback by commenting on this post.
You can like his Facebook page here, or contact him by requesting me for his email.
Thank you!
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
2013 Resolutions
1. I will stay committed to prior commitments.
2 I will make an honest attempt to study more often.
3. I will never contact those whom I know affect my mental health negatively.
4. I will eat healthy.
5. I will not be concerned about perceptions of me.
6. I will keep my nose out of events that do not concern me.
7. I will be less outspoken.
8. I will spend time with le brother.
9. I will stop spending money frivolously.
10. I will focus on my future.
11. I will stop being obnoxiously optimistic.
12. I will stop being little miss nice girl.
13. I will stop allowing myself to reminisce upon days that can never be relived.
14. I will make an honest attempt to erase my desires to be antisocial or "emo".
15. I will commit to blogging regularly.
16. I will stay strong and detached.
17. I will be organised with everything I do.
Monday, November 12, 2012
The KimHatesThis Tumblr
I must remind you all: I created my tumblr because I know there some people out there that wish to speak to me/ask me questions/ask me advice. A lot of them have tracked me down on Facebook and messaged me there; I usually don't mind this, but if they're related to my blog whatsoever, I'd really rather prefer it if you use the 'Ask a question' feature on my tumblr instead.
That is actually the one reason I created a Kim Hates This tumblr: to facilitate more interaction between me and my followers.
Please do use this feature!
You can ask me anything at all. The subject I get messaged on the most by my followers is the whole coming-out-of-the-closet process and how to do it. The second most asked subject is how to express themselves without being ostracized/how not to care if they are.The ones who took the initiative to ask me those questions without a prompt such as this post were quite brave indeed; but I encourage such questions! Don't be afraid of offending me - as long as you aren't downright insulting me, I don't get offended easily.
Here is the aforementioned tumblr:
kimhatesthis.tumblr.com
(Quite easy to remember eh?)
xoxo,
kim
That is actually the one reason I created a Kim Hates This tumblr: to facilitate more interaction between me and my followers.
Please do use this feature!
You can ask me anything at all. The subject I get messaged on the most by my followers is the whole coming-out-of-the-closet process and how to do it. The second most asked subject is how to express themselves without being ostracized/how not to care if they are.The ones who took the initiative to ask me those questions without a prompt such as this post were quite brave indeed; but I encourage such questions! Don't be afraid of offending me - as long as you aren't downright insulting me, I don't get offended easily.
Here is the aforementioned tumblr:
kimhatesthis.tumblr.com
(Quite easy to remember eh?)
xoxo,
kim
Nail Extensions + Ombre Nails
Hello, my lovelies.
I recently got nail extensions done. It took over an hour to get done, an hour of absolute boredom, and while they sure looked pretty and whatnot, I have deemed nail extensions to be not worth it. If you have had faux nails/extensions put in before, you know exactly what I'm talking about: just how much of a, pardon my needful language, pain in the ass they are. I am in no way one of those dainty, look-but-don't-touch girls. I am clumsy, hands-on, and unnecessarily rogue. I simply couldn't function with these damned nails on! Mind you: I've had long nails before, unimaginably long. But they were mine, and somehow that makes a world of a difference. In any case, as as expected, the nails slowly began to grow loose, like a tooth back in my pre-pubescent days, and being the fidgety person I am, I couldn't help but fidget with them until they eventually all fell/broke/got pulled off.
Oh well. Although brief, it was an enjoyable experience that I now know to stay a million miles away from.
The plus point is that before the fell/broke/got pulled off, I had the opportunity to beautify them the way I do best: nail art! Although quite simple, an ombre of colours on a nail looks surprisingly elaborate and pulls any look together. For this particular one, I used shades of pink, purple and blue.
xoxo,
kim
Please comment and like/share
Check out:
my youtube channel at: www.youtube.com/user/kimhatesthis
my tumblr at: kimhatesthis.tumblr.com
my instagram at: quirky_kimmy
my facebook fanpage at: www.facebook.com/kimhatesthis
my beautylish account at: www.beautylish.com/profile/arvcq
or kik me at: quirky_kimmy
P.S. My mother was frightened of my nails after I'd demanded them to be filed pointed: she'd said it'd reminded her of talons. In addition, the unusually pigmented ombre coupled with these 'talons' reminded her of an exotic dragon waiting to devour her.
I recently got nail extensions done. It took over an hour to get done, an hour of absolute boredom, and while they sure looked pretty and whatnot, I have deemed nail extensions to be not worth it. If you have had faux nails/extensions put in before, you know exactly what I'm talking about: just how much of a, pardon my needful language, pain in the ass they are. I am in no way one of those dainty, look-but-don't-touch girls. I am clumsy, hands-on, and unnecessarily rogue. I simply couldn't function with these damned nails on! Mind you: I've had long nails before, unimaginably long. But they were mine, and somehow that makes a world of a difference. In any case, as as expected, the nails slowly began to grow loose, like a tooth back in my pre-pubescent days, and being the fidgety person I am, I couldn't help but fidget with them until they eventually all fell/broke/got pulled off.
Oh well. Although brief, it was an enjoyable experience that I now know to stay a million miles away from.
The plus point is that before the fell/broke/got pulled off, I had the opportunity to beautify them the way I do best: nail art! Although quite simple, an ombre of colours on a nail looks surprisingly elaborate and pulls any look together. For this particular one, I used shades of pink, purple and blue.
kim
Please comment and like/share
Check out:
my youtube channel at: www.youtube.com/user/kimhatesthis
my tumblr at: kimhatesthis.tumblr.com
my instagram at: quirky_kimmy
my facebook fanpage at: www.facebook.com/kimhatesthis
my beautylish account at: www.beautylish.com/profile/arvcq
or kik me at: quirky_kimmy
P.S. My mother was frightened of my nails after I'd demanded them to be filed pointed: she'd said it'd reminded her of talons. In addition, the unusually pigmented ombre coupled with these 'talons' reminded her of an exotic dragon waiting to devour her.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Rebelling + Versace
My mum bought me a Versace belt today. My first reaction was, "Why did you buy it? You know I'm not going to wear it!"
That's right. I said that, out loud.
Right after I said it, I froze, because I'd heard myself, and I hadn't liked what I'd heard. I sounded inconsiderate and immature, and I needed to grow up.
You see, I had made this pact with myself a few years ago: that I would live outside the consumerism that was eating at our society by not concerning myself with brands and labels and the like.
Wearing a belt with a 'Versace' buckle would be a glaring contradiction to said pact, and that was the reason for my initial reaction.
Wearing a Versace belt would be like... conforming.
Let me tell you a little story. There was someone, up until a few months ago, that was very special to me.
Late at night, there was one thing that we would sometimes talk about.
I had, have, this burning desire to be different. To shine. To rise above the mediocre, the norm, and make a name for myself. To rebel.
This is very important to me, and I would tell this someone all about that. All my fears and worries, my decisions and desires. I would outline all the ways I had decided would define my very being, and would aid me in my attempt at being different.
This person understood. One of the only ones who understood.
I changed, this year. I had an epiphany. One that made me realize that once I know that I am different from within, I do not need to keep proving it to everyone. I could be myself, a rebel by nature, without doing it for a reason... Because I'd done what I'd set out to be: I'd proven to myself that I was different - And your own opinion is the only one that matters.
So I settled into a comfortable state of not-giving-a-shit. I broke a few of the pacts I'd made, a few one my non-conformist ones, because I'd thought, hey, I already know that i am definitely not a conformist, so what harm would it be to ease some of the effort I put into not adhering to regular social requirements? This worked out well for me, because I could relax and, to put it bluntly, not give a shit.
This person I spoke about earlier, though? Not happy. My newfound laid-back attitude was misunderstood for conformism, and I was shunned faster than you could say kimhatesthis. Of course, I had far too much ego to go to this person and correct this misunderstanding, so I let nature take it's course. I let him believe I'd changed. I let him show his disappointment on his face, every time he looked at me. I let him tell me I was a disappointment, with cold, harsh words that cut through places in me I'd hoped were invincible. I didn't argue with him, because I was tired. I was tired of defending myself, and I was tired of feeling like a disappointment, so i gave up, and I let him go. (And go, he did.)
To know that he was disappointed in me, had lost respect for me? The worst pain imaginable. I'd stopped wanting anything from him but respect. Sometimes I think I didn't convey that to him effectively. He always thought I was looking for something else; I was too afraid to use the word 'respect', and so my intentions were never really conveyed.
In any case, i digress. It's too late now, for me to right the wrongs of the past. What's done is done, and my relationship with him can never be rekindled.
That respect I sought, and once used to have, however? That still haunts me at night.
I DON'T KNOW WHY IT MATTERS TO ME. I dont know how this respect I speak of would affect my life in any way. He's not even in my life. His opinion shouldn't be worth a penny. His respect shouldn't the driving force to self-satisfaction, but still....
It was the need for this very respect that caused me to blanch at the thought of wearing the Versace belt. The 'pact' of not wearing designer? It was my strongest one. Back when him and I were at our highest point, he would wonder why I did not wear designer and I would fight, yes, fight, for my 'cause'. It gave me some sort of joy to rebel, actually. I had no 'cause'. I was just being selfish. Everyone was wearing designer, so I wouldn't.
So you see: how could I wear it now? I know what he'd think. He'd take one look at the belt, and think "Oh yes, she'd conforming again." and then he'd, while genuinely not caring, walk away, and I'd lose a little more of his respect.
While I can spend the rest of my life without him and feel no misery at all, while I can watch him suffer and not blink an eye, (for I have grown so cold towards him) - I cannot shake the desire for him to understand that I am not conforming. Somehow, it's a way for me to reassure myself that I am not conforming. Besides, he was the first one in my life to understand my reasons behind it; how can he be the one who thinks I am?
That's right. I said that, out loud.
Right after I said it, I froze, because I'd heard myself, and I hadn't liked what I'd heard. I sounded inconsiderate and immature, and I needed to grow up.
You see, I had made this pact with myself a few years ago: that I would live outside the consumerism that was eating at our society by not concerning myself with brands and labels and the like.
Wearing a belt with a 'Versace' buckle would be a glaring contradiction to said pact, and that was the reason for my initial reaction.
Wearing a Versace belt would be like... conforming.
__________________________________________________
Late at night, there was one thing that we would sometimes talk about.
I had, have, this burning desire to be different. To shine. To rise above the mediocre, the norm, and make a name for myself. To rebel.
This is very important to me, and I would tell this someone all about that. All my fears and worries, my decisions and desires. I would outline all the ways I had decided would define my very being, and would aid me in my attempt at being different.
This person understood. One of the only ones who understood.
I changed, this year. I had an epiphany. One that made me realize that once I know that I am different from within, I do not need to keep proving it to everyone. I could be myself, a rebel by nature, without doing it for a reason... Because I'd done what I'd set out to be: I'd proven to myself that I was different - And your own opinion is the only one that matters.
So I settled into a comfortable state of not-giving-a-shit. I broke a few of the pacts I'd made, a few one my non-conformist ones, because I'd thought, hey, I already know that i am definitely not a conformist, so what harm would it be to ease some of the effort I put into not adhering to regular social requirements? This worked out well for me, because I could relax and, to put it bluntly, not give a shit.
This person I spoke about earlier, though? Not happy. My newfound laid-back attitude was misunderstood for conformism, and I was shunned faster than you could say kimhatesthis. Of course, I had far too much ego to go to this person and correct this misunderstanding, so I let nature take it's course. I let him believe I'd changed. I let him show his disappointment on his face, every time he looked at me. I let him tell me I was a disappointment, with cold, harsh words that cut through places in me I'd hoped were invincible. I didn't argue with him, because I was tired. I was tired of defending myself, and I was tired of feeling like a disappointment, so i gave up, and I let him go. (And go, he did.)
To know that he was disappointed in me, had lost respect for me? The worst pain imaginable. I'd stopped wanting anything from him but respect. Sometimes I think I didn't convey that to him effectively. He always thought I was looking for something else; I was too afraid to use the word 'respect', and so my intentions were never really conveyed.
In any case, i digress. It's too late now, for me to right the wrongs of the past. What's done is done, and my relationship with him can never be rekindled.
That respect I sought, and once used to have, however? That still haunts me at night.
I DON'T KNOW WHY IT MATTERS TO ME. I dont know how this respect I speak of would affect my life in any way. He's not even in my life. His opinion shouldn't be worth a penny. His respect shouldn't the driving force to self-satisfaction, but still....
It was the need for this very respect that caused me to blanch at the thought of wearing the Versace belt. The 'pact' of not wearing designer? It was my strongest one. Back when him and I were at our highest point, he would wonder why I did not wear designer and I would fight, yes, fight, for my 'cause'. It gave me some sort of joy to rebel, actually. I had no 'cause'. I was just being selfish. Everyone was wearing designer, so I wouldn't.
So you see: how could I wear it now? I know what he'd think. He'd take one look at the belt, and think "Oh yes, she'd conforming again." and then he'd, while genuinely not caring, walk away, and I'd lose a little more of his respect.
While I can spend the rest of my life without him and feel no misery at all, while I can watch him suffer and not blink an eye, (for I have grown so cold towards him) - I cannot shake the desire for him to understand that I am not conforming. Somehow, it's a way for me to reassure myself that I am not conforming. Besides, he was the first one in my life to understand my reasons behind it; how can he be the one who thinks I am?
__________________________________________________
I will wear the belt.
It may look like I am conforming. The world may think I am conforming, but I know that I will wear it because I love my mum, and because it is a beautiful belt, and because I know that no matter what, I will always be a rebel.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
GORGOROTH Black Metal Halloween Makeup
xoxo,
kim
Please comment and like/share
Check out:
my youtube channel at: www.youtube.com/user/kimhatesthis
my tumblr at: kimhatesthis.tumblr.com
my instagram at: quirky_kimmy
my facebook fanpage at: www.facebook.com/kimhatesthis
my beautylish account at: www.beautylish.com/profile/arvcq
or kik me at: quirky_kimmy
Monday, October 15, 2012
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