Thursday, March 18, 2010

Dyslexia & Me

Yeap, that's me alright.


I'm tired. It's that wall again. That damned wall that ALWAYS gets at me.

Yes, It's Maths, as usual. When I get frustrated, things just don't compute no matter how hard I try. It's true, it's like I'd stare at some sort of equation and I see it and all, but it stops there. The 'sense' of the workings that's supposed to come with it is, just. NOT. THERE. This has always been my achilles' heel since, like I don't know, forever?

Oh I can still remember back then when I can't even read or write properly. Felt like a retard, hated school. Positively hated anything that had to do with 'learning'. I threw a fit or a tantrum whenever my mom asked me to study. I'm absolutely grateful that the reading/writing hell was a phase I could get over. Looking back now, it is kinda funny but it sure was NOT funny back then.

Like, I pronounced everything in a jumbled kind of way. 'Battery' was 'Brattey', 'Animals' was 'Aminals', 'Pencen' was 'Cenpen'. Letters were hard too. 'b' and 'd', 'p' and 'q' and all that nonsense. They looked like squiggles really.

I liked stories. I liked how there was a film playing in my mind when my parents read me bedtime stories which got me to love to read. I suppose when you read a lot, the problem just sort itself out. Not that I was terribly dyslexic in the first place. We, my older brother and I are only mildly dyslexic. Adi, the youngest only has it when he's little, he's a really smart kid. Way smarter than us haha. I'm pretty sure this thing runs in the family, dad has it (I think he's a brilliant man BECAUSE he's dyslexic :P), we had it. Hopefully our kids won't have it so bad =.= ahaha.

I'll always remember this most though, I was in standard two, and we had to write this short composition for BM. I handed mine to the teacher, she took a look at it and chucked my book across the classroom. Pretty dramatic. Boy was I freaked out. Didn't want to go to school the next day. See, what got her mad was:

- I wrote the composition from right to left (like Jawi).
- The letters are ALL jumbled. In some word they were in mirror images of the original one and sometimes they're not.

The teacher thought I was making fun of her. *sigh*

One more thing, I'll tell you a secret. All these spelling problem actually came back! when I type out sms-es. Yeah, freaked me out big time. Discovered this when I first got a cellphone. I tried to text a friend of mine and found that I couldn't spell. Jeez. But it was temporary. I think it's jus because I wasn't used to it. Ehehe.

As for sekolah agama? Haha. I SUCKED at it REAL bad. I studied with kids a year younger than me because I was that stupid. But really, I couldn't even get the roman letters right and they wanted me to get the jawi right? In which they looked a helluva lot more similar??? Hell no, I couldn't do it. There was 'sod' & 'do', 'tho' & 'zho', 'ba' & 'ta', 'ra' & 'zai'...etc etc. ENDLESS squiggles that looked INCREDIBLY alike.

I excelled in Sirah but screwed up Arabic. Failed it always. Jawi was bad enough then there's Arab! A whole nother language! when I couldn't even process my own mother tongue! HA HA HA. It piss me off even now actually. Egh.

Oh, there was 'Left' and 'Right' too. It did not make sense AT ALL to me at first. Haha. They were just 'one way or the other, what did it matter?' I can get these down correctly now though it remains that I've 0 directional skills. Ask anybody who's close to me and they'd concur. I get lost at school for god's sake. I never got to pin point which lab was which in high school. *shrugs*


And now, MATHS. The times table was my arch enemy. The sight of those 'X's between them numbers just screamed 'WRONG WRONG WRONG!!!' to me. I lost count of how many times I had to stand in class, or get a whack on the palm or get yelled at. It wasn't pleasant at all.

No, it ISn't pleasant at all. Not was. I still suck at maths. Maths is like art gone wrong to me. There's all these pretty shapes in it, but there's a language in the picture. One I can never master. It's a pity really. And yes yes, I've a math test coming, that's why I'm venting. I'm having one of my gazillion mental blocks when I try to study maths, but I can't, so I get frustrated and here I am. Hah.


P.S: It'd be way cool if I'm like Percy Jackson who's a demi-god and am hard wired for ancient greek. Hahaha. That's a nice fantasy take on being dyslexic! For those who saw the movie, the parts where it showed how Percy couldn't read and the words started shifting around? That's so not true! haha. It'd be kinda cool if that really does happen...at least it'll be entertaining.




Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I would have STAYED



Alice you IDIOT. I would have STAYED.

I'd do the fatterwacken with hatter all day long,
And play catch with the bandersnatch,
Using the jabberwocky's head for a ball.

I'd have tea with hare's broken teacups,
I'd fence with the doormouse,
And vaporise into thin air with the cheshire.

I'd grow smal and tall,
I'd grow big and stretch,
I'd be merry,
And never marry.

I'd be the white queen's champion,
And slay anything cruel,
I'd stay in wonderland,
I'd take hatter's hand.

We can dance forever,
You and I,
You and I,
You and I.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sunburnt

I've a math test next Monday. Naturally it puts me on edge. I haven't started studying, YET. Not really anyway. I want to and I have, a little. Just that I can't seem to focus properly. Egh.

I'm all muddled up.

That aside, I'm still writing. I'm quite determined this time. I suppose when your future seems to always hang by a thread its easier to focus on abstract things. Keeps your mind off of things. I'm prone to be anxious, writing helps.

Oh, Adi went to the pool today. Hahaha...he was supposed to start swimming classes tomorrow or something. That is, before today when he went swimming (not a class just regular swimming) and discovered that he turned a shade darker and totally freaked out.


Adi: Adi hitam ke?! Mama, adi tak nak swimming dah la!


Total princess ain't he? haha. He got real mad when I made fun of him a little. I won't anymore though ehe =.=' it's not good for his confidence. I've realised that. I should stop my sadistic ways, he's growing up now.

okay, HAHA. This happended a few secs ago.


Me: Betul ke adi tak nak swimming? Kak yana rase adi dah jadik putih balik.
Adi: Ye la adi swimming balik. Bile nak pergi?


See? Told you I'd stop being sadistic. Though it's a total lie that he's back to his normal skin tone after a few hours. Pffftt.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Paris

Yet again, another addition to my vault of 'Novels to be'. I've lost count of the rubbish I intend to be my 'first' novel ever. All of them lasted only several chapters ranging from 2,000 to 10,000 words. They're all different, has nothing in common with each other since I write them all in various state of moods.

This particular latest addition is as titled in the previous post, a 9 part tragedy. Haha. And what do I know about tragedies? Absolutely nothing really besides the assumptions I've made of how they might be like, or how they're supposed to be like. Still, I insist that there be 9 parts to it. Reason's undisclosed aside, I stick to this piece (like them yellow sticky notes) with 'HOPE' that in a year or two it'll turn into something discernible as reading material.

When I write it's neat how my world in-folds into another's that is the main character's. His or her's concern being mine, his or her's view being mine, all him or her at the same time all me.

So I introduce to you, Paris. Not hilton mind you. Just, Paris and Paris's a dude.

Adieu for now.


P.S: He's not French btw.

Friday, March 12, 2010

A Tragedy In Nine Parts

Yours faithfully.


And the papers and words still beckons to me. We both go down together.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Sinking Ship

Goodbyes In A Nightmare


Don't be deceived by my soft eyes,
Don't be allured by my gentle laugh,
Don't be taken by my earnest smile,
For I am a sinking ship.

My bows are rotten inside,
My oars are broken boughs,
My sails are wind torn rags,
For I am a sinking ship.

You may not hear my silent song,
You may not perceive my sightless views,
You may not feel my bones creak,
For you are not the one I seek.

I sought chaos in peace,
I sought agony in bliss,
I sought malice in goodwill,
For my soul is a sunken ship.

Deeper than any depths,
It would take an immortal's lifetime,
Darker than any darkness,
It would require an eternal sunshine.

To sink as low as me,
To be as lonely as me,
For I am a sunken ship,
Sinking into eternity.



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Note:

As always, my muse sings even in my nightmares. This, has nothing to do with me, just a bad dream that clawed at me and has me in a foul mood, at the moment. It'll pass soon. Am just killing time.


Thursday, March 4, 2010

Beautiful Creatures


Yeah yeah, the girl's cute but I'm talking bout the horsey, the butt at the back :P


So here! To resurrect my passion for Horse Riding officially I hereby wrote this post. The pics of the horses, I stole from those blogs I found hehe :) I don't know those people.

Okay, I'm like SUPER excited. HAHAHAH. Why? BECAUSE, I found out that a LOT of people blogged bout UPM's Equine Centre (Pusat Ekuin UPM)! With lots of lovely pictures too~ Oh you have NO idea how awesome I feel. These people blogged bout their riding lessons and the UPM horses they rode.

THE horses that I and my family with Sergeant Major Hamzah and Quzair Ambak (Brother of Qabil Ambak!) from the PDRM hand-picked in Australia! YEAH. We went as representatives of UPM to Australia to buy 9 horses:

1. Andrew.

He's the biggest of the 9. A chestnut gelding with a blaze. I don't remember his leg markings.

2. Hobo.



He's the second biggest. Another chestnut, he looks a lot like Andrew. A gelding with a very nice disposition albeit a little bit lazy haha. He has the most uncomfortable trot out of the 9 :P

3. Paint.



Photo shoot with a bride!

Oh, PAINT. He once was my soul, the LOVE of my life. After Bonito (R.I.P T . T) and Charlie (I've no idea where he is now, maybe he's dead too. T . T).

We found Paint, (His real name is Charlie actually. No, not the Charlie that I mentioned above, that;s another horse named Charlie too. Anyway, when he got to UPM somehow he got renamed Paint *shurgs* I remember how I REALLY wanted to call him Firefly though :P) at this small ranch ran by these rough looking cowboy like dudes. Paint is a year older than Hobo, he's 15 now. He was 8 when we got him.

Paint is the smallest of the 8 albeit the one who's the most promising in Dressage cuz he tends to bend his neck in a nice curve if you ride him properly :) Yeap. I wonder if he still does that nowadays.

I entered my FIRST and ONLY Dressage competition on him. Man, we had PROMISE. We were positively GOLDEN I'd say. We practiced a lot and then...on the day of the competition, Paint freaked out at the sight of the umbrella the judges sat under. He was spooked by the sudden noise of the racehorses too (it was in STF - Selangor Turf Club. The race track was right beside the paddock we were in). *sigh* Oh well. At least my big bro won 2nd place on Hobo ;)


4. Jade.

A beautiful grey mare with a pink nose. She was the last addition among the 9. We didn't pick her. We only bought 7 and Jade was the last add up picked by Chris Chugg.

5. Attetion.


A bay gelding. He was only 4 when we bought him. I'm sorry to say that he's dead now. He died of colic :( My brother LOVES Attention. He practiced jumping and some tricks with Attention too. Poor Attention. Wish I can put up pics of Attention with my bro. He has lots :)

6. Bull's Eye.


A black gelding the same age as Attention (4 when we bought him). He & Attention were best buddies! Haha. Used to let him and Attention loose in the paddock and they'd run around kicking and stuff like little colts. *sigh*

We got both Attention & Bull's Eye from Mr. Chris Chugg. Did I mention that Chris is an olympic gold medalist for Show Jumping? Well, yeah he is.

7. Mrs. Zed

A chestnut mare with one of the lightest albeit a little too fast trot. :) She's talented in jumping this girl. Kinda high strung, but it suits her since she's good for jumping. I didn't get to see Mrs. Zed last Sunday. I'm not sure if she's alive or not!

8. Bucky.



MAN. I dunno. I didn't get to see Bucky EITHER last Sunday. I'm not sure if he's alive or not TOO!

This guy, is a beautiful one. He's cream with brown mane & tail and a star on his forehead. Don;t be deceived though, he's the NASTIEST of the 9. He bites and kicks hahaha. He's cute really but yeah, he BITES. Beware.

9. Hunter.

A dappled grey. He's good for jumping too, same size as Hobo. Pretty big guy. I've only rode him once I think. I used to ride Paint a lot. Sometimes Hobo & Jade. Know what? Last Sunday I saw two white-grey horses. One I recognized as Jade but the other I didn't. Turned out it was HUNTER. Being a dappled grey, he turns white as he ages. He's as white as jade NOW! SHOCKING. He looked a lot cooler when he was dappled grey :P and i mean it.

I just found out like a sec ago cuz I found this pic of Hunter:


Okay I ought to stop now. I could go on bout the other Arabian horses UPM got from Tun Dr. Mahathir :) and some other tenant's horse but...no. HAha. Right, I don't think I ought to describe ALL the horses. It'll turn into a BOOK haha.

How these beautiful creatures have CHANGED. You've NO idea dear reader. These animals whom I used to knew and talk to as if they were my dearest soulmates...some are gone aready. It's a pity but I'm glad that I got to know them :)

Blog list of where I stole the pics. Got some more there. How I ENJOY reading their posts! haha:







There's some more I think...but oh well.