Sketch, Memory

Few days back, I’ve been cleaning my things. I need to decide which to keep and which to throw away and which to bring together, just to minimize my things to left at home before I left for Kerteh. The reason is, if I didn’t do so, my mom will simply throw all my things.

It happen once to my sister. Mom said, “Laaa, ingatkan dah tak guna. Buat semak rumah saja.” Yeah, can’t blame her. It’s not her belonging and she doesn’t value those things much. It is surely different for my sis (or me for my belongings). Kesian my sis. *Sob sob*.

Going through my things, I didn’t really find anything to throw away. Everything is in the form of a compile of books, papers and papers. Even you might say its just “papers”, but it has a lot of memory, a good one. To be at least.

For example is the drawing above. Er, its not really a drawing laaa. Just some sketch and its not a good one which I create during my high school.

I know its nothing special (for you!), but not for me definitely (aiyoo, berapa kali nak cakap ni). It is some prove that I was born to be an artist (amboi, exegarating!) but destine not to be in the field. Just kid.

The reality is, the sketch somehow remind me of my school-hood. My memory during my high school. It hold a lot of it. I can even remember where I sketch it, how it feels that time and a lot more.

Here another sketch.