Sunday, January 9, 2011

The side story in life - "The move, actually making changes"


 The ‘most valuable’ thing…





When we asked someone about what is the most valuable thing in their life, we will get various answer, it might be something life, soulless, might be about love, or might not, things or else. Why we need to have something this so valuable in life? I have answered for that, for me, without it, I might die, might not to do daily chores, and might lose my way. Same goes to M.U.M. he has his own one. The most valuable things in his life is his family, he keep on thinking that, without them, he couldn’t grow this big, or be success like he has now. His parent’s investments on him were so big like he couldn’t know how much it was. Who thinks that without their parent’s attention they can live normally for the next 10 years or more? M.U.M’s answer was never, it will never happen…



Mom and Dad

It was very funny. M.U.M used to be so naughty when he was young, or we might say during primary school. M.U.M was born at Tapah, Perak, and he lives there with his parent until 1992. Then they moved to Selangor because his father needs to pursue his Degree in his own field, teaching field. Selangor, M.U.M starts showing his naughtiness during school or at home. It was very funny when we were talking about it, because it seems enological or else. In this point, mom and dad was the person who struggles a lot to make this M.U.M becoming a people someday. He’s going to school, not study a lot, going back home playing ‘lecah’ at ‘dewan’, got grounding because of coming home late, slapped by teacher because of playing chess during classes. Oh my god, it was a child life time. But there is something I won’t forget, the English teacher scold M.U.M because he didn’t win during marathon. If I get to see her today, I’ll ask her to run over the whole UPM in 5 minutes of time, can’t she even think, M.U.M just a kid, what do you expected? That is a lot of things that M.U.M did during his childhood times.




Moving back

Glad M.U.M still remembers his previous friends at tapah, so he isn’t lonely during class. Before he is moving, he got a lot of presents from his friends, oohhh he was very glad having friends like that, and until now, he is still missing them, the one he still remember right now is Shamsul Syawal and Intan Adillah. That time, M.U.M feels like he was very sad leaving his friends at Selangor, he feels angry to his parent because he feels like he is going to miss all of his friends after that move, M.U.M feels so sad. But until today, M.U.M feels very lucky, he thinks, if his parent did not move back to Perak after his father finished pursuing his degree, he will not be success as he is now, why? The answer will be on the next story maybe after 2 or 3 story after this.

Friday, January 7, 2011

life manifestation in the form of paper


"why can't the old fashioned non-art background appreciates arts?"
Give this boy a chance please god...


Although others might feel the same, but as the art lover, deep inside his heart, he doesn’t afraid to express it in his very own way. He loves to draw, he loves to stain the wall, and he loves to tear the daddy’s note books. Several time being punished (not just like his younger sister or brother) but that is he. The school workbook was full of drawing (child drawing type) during his primary school time. But what was so wrong with that? He also sometimes saves his spending money to buy food, to buy an empty exercise book in order to avoid from being punished by teacher at school because of drawing trash inside the main exercise books. I know, M.U.M’s drawing isn’t good as any other talented kids that time, (he has entered several drawing + coloring competition but he didn’t win any of it). But if it is happy for him, why don’t people let it?

Cannot get what he want, he revolt within

The teachers always do this ‘spot check’ thing during classes, and he starts to hide the un-given ‘artwork’ from being seen by teachers. But he doesn’t get passed sometimes, he get caught, being punished, stand outside of the class, and furthermore, hit by ‘rotan’, send to the teacher’s office, does ever anyone in his life ask what does he feels? Let me answer that for you, he feels humiliated, M.U.M didn’t kill people, he didn’t snatch a somebody’s grandmas handbags out at the street, he didn’t do drugs, what he do is, he just sketching things inside his own-bought exercise books because he is happy to do so. He just fill in his free time, oh god, say something to them.

“Not so good at math…not his problem, but others make that as a problem”

This is a somewhat funny story to share. It might be wrong to sketch things during classes or during the teacher is teaching in front of the class, but guess what, M.U.M never do that during classes, he just do that during break, after classes at the ‘kantin’, at home before sleep and just to say that, during his free time.

M.U.M does not good at math, backs in 15 years ago and of course the math exercise books, was full with the ‘red angry pen’!!!and one day, M.U.M moves school, because his dad just finished his degree excellently back in 1996, because of his mother was a teacher at that school, he’s been put at the first class student, or number 1st class of student. I don’t know why but the teacher in charge of the class doesn’t feel comfortable with him, and he starts to discover the weakness of him. Poor M.U.M, that scumbag found the math book that he bring that day. It was not just that, the old fool lady bring that book to the teacher’s office and starts questioning to the other teachers like ‘does he belongs to this class? He is so weak at mathematics; we should not put him at the first class!!’ Why must people do that to him? Did something happen to her if M.U.M be at that class? Does her salary being cut off hundreds? You know what, M.U.M never forgive that lady because of that, because he felt humiliated.

Transferring to the Fifth class


It was ok then for him to being transfer to the other class, then M.U.M was put in the fifth class. At the school the class was named by color, first will be white, second blue, following by yellow, red, green, purple and brown. So the class for M.U.M will be the green one. It happens when the class go lower, the will be a little bit mixed up with other races. M.U.M was very happy with that but when there are different types of people; there will be a lot of trouble for the teachers to teach that classes. So it’s just a story to tell, but the teacher shouldn’t feel that way because it was their responsibilities to teach, that is what they were paid for!!! Final examinations are incoming, M.U.M get ready for it, and he got the first place in the class, so what to say? The fool old lady keep arguing his marks in the office, oh my god, what is she thinking about, what have I taken from her that make he feels so jealous of me? If I see her today, maybe she will be lectured by me, and if she didn’t get what I’m trying to say, he deserves a big hard slap from the hand of the volleyball state player I think!!!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

"...an art maestro in diversity starts..."


Life is meaningless unless you have someone that loves you, someone that admire you, someone you admire and some one that you loves. Be good to everyone, and be beneficial so you have something to bring home after daytime... -meet.uncle.meerole- 1986-present

Abstraction the birth and art of life

Meet Uncle Meerole was first discover by the early 1986 when there was nearly the end of summer in Moscow, but it hits hard nearly 75% of Russia during that time, ‘Meet Uncle Meerole’ was a naughty-called name given by the angle somehow, but it stands until today with the tough grip of the writer.

‘An Art Maestro in Diversity’ is actually not a topic, but it derives as life in a whole. Meet Uncle Meerole life is somewhat an art, he goes all the way long before he can hit the truly things that he want to get in his life. ‘An Art Maestro in Diversity’ is as funny and enjoyment by its name, but actually it brings a great issue. The issue that brings was very big too discover, yet the writer try to explore it himself until this blogs appear.

“Did an angle contemplate me…?”

This is the question that keeps buzzing my head every time I am ready to go to bed. ‘Meet Uncle Meerole’…??No one knows him, even for me. The almighty Allah makes everyone is beautiful in any sense, and for me, ‘M.U.M’ is very beautiful by what he trying to derive his life into things. ‘What did angels do…?’ They trying to keep me away from this, but they are praying, it is not good to ‘mengintai tepi kain orang’ but what I am trying to say here is, they have nothing to do with this, this is an off record workbook.

Yet I discover M.U.M journey had gone quarter way of life right now, and now I have been missing something big to share. M.U.M loves to draw, to discover the unusual, be different, friendly, share things easily, easy to trusted, yet hate un-proper arrangement, politics of taking down innocent people, un-beneficial development, money wasting, feminine guys, and of course only people knows what they hate and love about M.U.M.

Seeing world in different way

Thought to be said that M.U.M start walking just 16 months after his first sounds of crying (after being hit at the back by the scumbags-doctor who take him out). The weight was more than 5kg and it worries the birth giving person. That time was the end of winter near Moscow and the leaves start to fall down piece by pieces. But the parents loves him so much until today and it can be seen if he picks up the phone when his mother calling. Back in 24 years before, M.U.M was un-tolerate person, he cries whenever he wants, he wakes up whenever he wants and he do whatever he wants, thank god he got a very patient parents who can stand him until he can think about him by himself. He doesn’t makes friends a lot during childhood, always gets bullied by the oldest, and I can bet he doesn’t remember who were them until today, and actually, it teaches him how to interact with people until today.

God loves him, and so the readers here, you know why? It’s simple, you can still breathe, and read this, am I right? All the friends during his childhood loves toys, back at that time is the time where the people starts developing toys for kids, because the suddenly knows, kids is the very big potential market upcoming. But M.U.M does not just bought it, he draws them back, not just like what other kids are doing, they just played them, destroy them, give them to the niece, and so forth. But you know where M.U.M draws / apply his creativity? It was at the wall, the house wall, pity parents; they have to re-paint the house so the owner didn’t get mad. M.U.M, please think twice.