hobby or passion?

Hello again.

How are you readers?

I took approximately 2 days to choose my topic for this new post. Wow! This blog is really making my life exciting as I have to decide what to write something that is not ridiculous but at the same time can attract people. Tough.
Finally, I decided to talk about my hobbies. Well, I rather called them as MY PASSION. To me what I love to do is not only the thing that I like, but they are all related to me. My story is in them. My passion is my life. Why I choose to define them as passion? You must be wondering. What is this girl talking about? Well, let me start with the first passion and when you reach the end of this post, you will know why.

1) POETRY
You must be thinking that I am not that old to be in the ‘freaky community’ of poets. When I was in primary education, I used to think that poets are crazy people with long hair and talk about thing that I don’t know because I didn’t understand a single word they said. I was too young to appreciate the ‘artzy futzy’ things. Now, I almost drown into it. I can feel the juice of expressing myself in every poem. I can scream, cry, laugh and talk bad about ‘something’ in a good way. I love to write but not recite. There was one day, when my teacher asked me to recite a poem. This was happened in my secondary school. After I finished the ‘torture’, she said, I had the feel but my voice is TOO SOFT to be a poet. How pathetic. Since then, I just write and will only recite if it is the sake of my mark in ORAL. Thanks to my lecturer, Mr Derick( who is reading my blog now), for taking us to the Annexe Hall last Wednesday. It was the FIRST poetry performance that I have been to. To be in that place was a pleasure for me and I felt like an artist when surrounded with the arts people.

2) PAINTING
My mother is the person who always supports me in my painting world. Holding a brush is like holding a new world in my hand. I can create anything that I like and somehow they give me some space to know that there is a peace place in this world, MY PAINTING. Even though they are just my imaginations, I feel like they are true and nothing can be truer than them. Not all people love to paint especially when dealing with water colours. It is hard, tiring and need patience. I can spent more than 3 hours to finish my masterpiece without break. I can hear my bones scream and curse me from inside because they tired. Sorry bones. I have another story about my painting and drawing. It happened last year, in class. One of my friends felt really sleepy and was struggling to fight with her eyes. During the break, I sketched the scenery on a beach. She was so mad at me because she said, my sketching just made her felt sleepier and she warned me not to draw something like that anymore. Pity her because I just love to torture her eyes. So, I keep doing it.

3) READING
If you want to address me as a bookworm, you better want to think about it again and again and again. Why? First, I am not a worm. Second, bookworm is usually a nerd and I am totally not a nerd. I am normal. Throwing myself in each story made me feel several of feelings and emotions. I know that some of the stories cannot be real but it is real in my mind. The imaginations just fly in my head and direct me to breathe in a new world. Magic, Romeo and Juliet, talking animals and even VAMPIRES are no longer impossible. At least in my mind. I can spend the whole night and day by just reading IF the book catches my intention.

These three things are my WORLD as you can see. I am not being omnipotent when I said; I like to create my own world. It is just the way I tell the story of my life without saying a word. Pen, brush and paper are my best friends. You cannot take them away from me as my heart is in them.

That's the end of my 2nd post. It maybe simple, but simple is not easy to be appreciated and complicated is not always worth to be appreciated.

Thank you.