When I was younger, my sister and I used to compete in everything. Even though I knew I was 4 years older than she is, it always made me feel better than I could do things better than she could. I could run faster, I could write better, I could do harder math problems, I could sleep later. Almost everything. Except draw.
You guessed it, I can't draw to save my life. Well, maybe there was a particular time when all she drew was scribbles and she couldn't colour in the lines but when she grew older, I became jealous.
During the time when all I knew about genetics is "a bit of mummy and a bit of daddy = you", I wondered where she got her creative side. It was annoying that she could not only draw, she could colour and produce different hues, do arts and crafts- practically creating something out of nothing but a piece of paper and some coloured pens.
When she grew much older, she took notes with more colour and little doodles at the side. I hated looking at her notes because it was always nicer and better. The doodles were doodles to her but to me, it was a masterpiece.
There was once when we were slightly younger, I challenged her to a little competition. I thought I could draw better than she did and we started to draw. Armed with a 2B pencil, I started to draw the outline of an elephant- with its trunk majestically raised to the sky, large floppy ears. I was very proud of my drawing. I peeked at my sister sprawled on the floor busy drawing and SHADING a picture of a cat. It didn't look like one of those sketches but it was definitely a cat. With long whiskers, big eyes and a stripped body; there's no mistaking it for anything else but a cat.
Suddenly mum walked into the room. She saw us drawing quietly and peeked at our drawings. "That's a very beautiful cat", she commented at my sister's artwork. I eagerly showed her mine.
"It's a giraffe right?"
I've learned my lesson. There are some things I can do, and some I can't. And that would be drawing.
Signing out,
sir-talkalot
Two things are aesthetically perfect in the world- the clock and the cat. -Emile Auguste Chartier
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Grass Is Greener On The Other Side
Time just seem to whiz past, pandemonium ensues and thus causing havoc.
It seemed like just yesterday I started the week with Ethics and ended the week with laughter and gossiping all through the night. And in a blink if an eye, the week starts again with Ethics. Not that I have anything against is but seriously, do we really need to be tested on utilitarianism, teleology and Aristotle? I like learning about these ideologies but I don't like having to read and memorise certain facts just to regurgitate them out during exams.
Some things don't only require understanding. So what if you understand how the first World War started if you can't remember the date? That just renders the fact you know useless.
Speaking of facts, it really annoys me when people ask or say:
1. Oh, you're from Sarawak? When did you come to Malaysia?
- Oh, I didn't know we're foreigners.
2. So how do you find Malaysia?
- Full of douches like you. *innocent smile*
3. Oh wait, you're born in Penang. So is your mum a Malaysian citizen?
- Well douche, if you paid attention in History class, Sabah and Sarawak made Malaysia happen. If not, you'd still be Malaya.
4. So Sarawak is not as developed like Malaysia, huh?
- Oh for the last time, Sarawak is part of Malaysia and has been for the past 48 years! It's true we don't have the Twin Towers and highways stacked on top of one another but it's every bit as developed as KL. Heck, are you even developed? If you are, then why is Malaysia still called a "developing country"? Note the -ing in develop.
5. Omaigoat, they eat like everything there! Snakes, crocodiles, etc.
- Why do you care so much? They're not hunting you for food. Take a chill pill, will ya?
6. Is the education system there the same as in Malaysia?
- *stares*
7. *Hasty amendment of question* I mean, is the education system there same as in the peninsula?
- It's definitely different. We learn that most people from the peninsula are douches and are an embarrassment to the rest of us Malaysians. So don't you dare call yourself a Malaysian when you don't even know Malaysian history.
I think would be better if Sabah and Sarawak separate from the peninsula. But wait, then where would I belong?
Signing out,
LOST
It seemed like just yesterday I started the week with Ethics and ended the week with laughter and gossiping all through the night. And in a blink if an eye, the week starts again with Ethics. Not that I have anything against is but seriously, do we really need to be tested on utilitarianism, teleology and Aristotle? I like learning about these ideologies but I don't like having to read and memorise certain facts just to regurgitate them out during exams.
Some things don't only require understanding. So what if you understand how the first World War started if you can't remember the date? That just renders the fact you know useless.
Speaking of facts, it really annoys me when people ask or say:
1. Oh, you're from Sarawak? When did you come to Malaysia?
- Oh, I didn't know we're foreigners.
2. So how do you find Malaysia?
- Full of douches like you. *innocent smile*
3. Oh wait, you're born in Penang. So is your mum a Malaysian citizen?
- Well douche, if you paid attention in History class, Sabah and Sarawak made Malaysia happen. If not, you'd still be Malaya.
4. So Sarawak is not as developed like Malaysia, huh?
- Oh for the last time, Sarawak is part of Malaysia and has been for the past 48 years! It's true we don't have the Twin Towers and highways stacked on top of one another but it's every bit as developed as KL. Heck, are you even developed? If you are, then why is Malaysia still called a "developing country"? Note the -ing in develop.
5. Omaigoat, they eat like everything there! Snakes, crocodiles, etc.
- Why do you care so much? They're not hunting you for food. Take a chill pill, will ya?
6. Is the education system there the same as in Malaysia?
- *stares*
7. *Hasty amendment of question* I mean, is the education system there same as in the peninsula?
- It's definitely different. We learn that most people from the peninsula are douches and are an embarrassment to the rest of us Malaysians. So don't you dare call yourself a Malaysian when you don't even know Malaysian history.
I think would be better if Sabah and Sarawak separate from the peninsula. But wait, then where would I belong?
Signing out,
LOST
Saturday, March 5, 2011
But I'm Okay
After a while, the things you used to do had no appeal anymore. Because of this, I am currently looking for a new hobby.
I used to read a lot. That was [note the was] my ultimate hobby]. The thrill of being plunged into an intricately woven story- doesn't matter if it's a mystery, thriller, romance, fantasy or even science fiction- it just didn't matter. At times, leaving me breathless as the plot takes me places. Places I never knew existed or only in the mind of the author.
How I envy the mind of an author. How he or she managed to come up with something beautiful. Art in words, scrawled on paper, thousands of identical copies sold and yet, everyone receives the same amount of magic in each sentence read.
Maybe I've stopped reading because it doesn't provide as much escape as it did before. It used to transport me to a world of my own, gripped by every word, the thrill of turning the crisp page and listen to the crinkle of the paper, the smell of the book and the gentle weight of the book in my hands, the rush of learning of a new word, a new fact or a new place.
I've lost that joy.
Maybe I've lost that joy because of the stab of guilt I harbor every time I pick up a non-academic related book. Reading has now became a privilege and to not feel guilty after reading it would be pure bliss. To close my eyes after a good book and dream. Just dream of the life of the character in the book. To wonder what the food described tastes like, to ponder about the season, to speculate about the ending. And of course, the best part- swooning over the male character. Although the later depends on the genre.
Maybe I should just spare myself the trouble and just pick up a book. But before I do that, homework beckons. To a person who practically graduated with the highest honors from the Royal Academy of Time Compromisation, homework will be completed before the deadline.
So, homework or books?
Signing out,
at-the-speed-of-light
PS: When's the next Book Fair? Oh, and loads of cash pls.ktksbai.
I used to read a lot. That was [note the was] my ultimate hobby]. The thrill of being plunged into an intricately woven story- doesn't matter if it's a mystery, thriller, romance, fantasy or even science fiction- it just didn't matter. At times, leaving me breathless as the plot takes me places. Places I never knew existed or only in the mind of the author.
How I envy the mind of an author. How he or she managed to come up with something beautiful. Art in words, scrawled on paper, thousands of identical copies sold and yet, everyone receives the same amount of magic in each sentence read.
Maybe I've stopped reading because it doesn't provide as much escape as it did before. It used to transport me to a world of my own, gripped by every word, the thrill of turning the crisp page and listen to the crinkle of the paper, the smell of the book and the gentle weight of the book in my hands, the rush of learning of a new word, a new fact or a new place.
I've lost that joy.
Maybe I've lost that joy because of the stab of guilt I harbor every time I pick up a non-academic related book. Reading has now became a privilege and to not feel guilty after reading it would be pure bliss. To close my eyes after a good book and dream. Just dream of the life of the character in the book. To wonder what the food described tastes like, to ponder about the season, to speculate about the ending. And of course, the best part- swooning over the male character. Although the later depends on the genre.
Maybe I should just spare myself the trouble and just pick up a book. But before I do that, homework beckons. To a person who practically graduated with the highest honors from the Royal Academy of Time Compromisation, homework will be completed before the deadline.
So, homework or books?
Signing out,
at-the-speed-of-light
PS: When's the next Book Fair? Oh, and loads of cash pls.ktksbai.
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