2009 curtain call

Setelah penat bertungkus lumus di pentas 2009 sebagai watak seorang pelajar Tingkatan 4, it's time for the curtain call! Err.. not exactly the kind of curtain call I had in mind, but it will do.

As much as I hate to say it, omedetou gozaimasu Kamil otoutou-chan~ Dapat jugak straight A's yang diharapkan sekian lama. Félicitation! (cis, dia dapat A lebih dari aku!) Tapi takpe, aku pun dapat manfaatnya sebab 2 hari lepas tu ayah took us for a vacation at A'Famosa Resort! Nothing much to be excited though, it's the 'staying in the hotel' part that excites me. Teehee~

Ketibaan kitorang kat condotel disambut oleh sang pelangi.. Subhanallah..

Even with the various attractions; Water World, Cowboy Town, go-cart, paintball, ayah didn't find the ticket price 'attractive'. Malam tu, lepas check in, kitorang pergi Umbai. Honestly, my first time. 

 

Gambar blur la pulak. Tak kisah, nak upload jugak. =p

Esoknya, the boys went to Water World. Aku dan ummi lepak kat hotel. No annoying brothers, just me and the comfy bed. =p That night, I insisted to have a look at Cowboy Town. The twinkling lights and colourful spotlight somehow drawing me to go check it out. Tapi, tiket dia, whoah! Terus tak jadi masuk. Dapat tinjau-tinjau dari luar je la. Snapped a few pics too.

 

 

Time to go home. Sebelum tu, Kamil nak main go-kart, tapi tak lepas had umur. Haha. 16+ only babyy. I would have gone go-carting, but what the heck. I don't even know how to ride one. So, balik la apa lagi..

Tak bersedia lagi untuk watak pelajar Tingkatan 5 kat pentas 2010 nanti. Pementasan teater SPM tinggal 11 bulan. Semuanya bergantung pada rehearsal di bawah naungan MRSM TGB Productions. Ganbarimashou minna~ Bonne chance tout le monde!

Tahun baru~

Selamat Tahun Baru~!

Happy New Year~!

Bonne Année~!

あけましておめでとうございます~! Akemashite omedetou gozaimasu~!

p/s: sori, gambar saja yang mampu. I'm down with the fever lah!

       anyway, selamat menambah baik ibadah~ =) *coughcough 

Why can't I touch the sky?

A story that I wanna share with you guys about the thoughts of life, childhood and adulthood.

Taken from PRS's bulletin, Masterpiece, issue of November 2009.

My six-year-old daughter Sophie and I were playing a rhyming game the other day and out of the blue she asked me, "Why can't I touch the sky?" I laughed inside and thought for a few moments. I tried to explain it from the Jack and the Beanstalk story, but she just looked at me funny. Then I tried the old earth space thing, but that was too technical. The more I tried, the clumsier it got when finally I realised I wasn't getting through.


Then I had a realisation. What if my daughter had asked the same question to another six-year-old? Some six-year-olds think they know the answer to everything and it's fun to listen to what they have to say. Something tells me her friend wouldn't have the slightest difficulty in explaining the answer. I wished I could have turned the question over to an imaginary friend and then sit back and listen to the conversation.


That night, while lying in bed, I kept thinking about her question and why I couldn't come up with a really cool answer. Was it because I had "grown up" and now used my imagination like an "adult"? As I grew, the maturation process obviously had boxed me in. And worse yet... I knew that someday, my little girl just might lose her pure and trusting imagination to adulthood and maybe stop asking this wonderfully creative questions.


I didn't feel like it was right that I progressed up the ladder of maturity only to lose what I feel is a very important concept: the ability to retain and possess a childlike quality to explore other possibilities. Where did my childlike imagination go? Why did it go? I thought I would ask Sophie this question to help me understand why some adults tend to lose sight of this magical way of thinking and why others make a living by it.


She looked at me with a puzzle on her face and then I knew. It never occurs to her that there's any other way. Why on earth would a six-year-old little girl dream she couldn't touch the sky unless somebody told her she couldn't?


I watch my little girl as she plays. She conducts an imaginary reading class and makes sure each doll pronounces the words correctly. She dresses her babies and gets them ready for their day. Her imagination takes wing each and every day to places I'm not aware. Sometimes I can catch a glimpse of her inner world when we sit and talk about her day or what her plans are for tomorrow.


Remember when we were younger, when we used to talk about and imagine what we would become when we grew up? I wanted to be a policeman and my friends wanted to be a fireman and race car drivers. We believed anything was possible and we could become whatever he wanted, never doubting the possibilities. As children, we dreamed big.


Children are visionaries, and it seems a little sad to think our childlike imagination seems to dissapear as we grew older. As we age, the ever-increasing intrusions of the world on our minds seem to frighten that childlike imagination inti full blown retreat.


As we grew up, we learned why the sky really is blue, and why the grass is green. Why flowers need sunlight and how birds fly. We lose a little bit of the wonder of life around us as we schedule the next meeting or plan tomorrow's agenda.


I have my daughter to thank for asking the question. It connected me, once again, with my priorities. She made me think about my own potentiality and how I may be limiting myself. Maybe I need to reconnect with my childlike imagination and think more outside the box of adult creativity. If I do that, maybe I can explain in my own six-year-old way, why she can... touch the sky.