Let the cute cat out of the bag

Lol, i simply use the proverb because the kitty is too cute, it's making me crazy... The first time i saw its face i yelled to myself, in front of Edward, my typical crazy line 'Momiau! Momiau!' I know it sounds stupid but in my personal language it means cat. It is true that i am quite obsessed with Nihongo for these three years that i might as well refer it as 'neko-chan'. or just 'cat', in my second favourite language... i know some other names too...

In Arabic we call it 'hurairah'. Abu Hurairah, the well-known hadith quoter loved cats, a reason he was later named so.

In Tagalog, the latest language i learn, a cat is called 'pussa'. Cute isn't it. So it tells me that the word pussy cat might not entirely be English then. In Spanish, however the word 'gato' or 'felino' come up... I thought Spanish and Tagalog would be the same since they have the same word for cow.

What about mandarin? It is called 'mao'. Hahaha... of all the languages, this one is the cutest, * jumping up with joy, motivated to learn Mandarin more* because cats indeed make sounds like that! ^_^

And lastly, Bahasa Melayu cat is 'kucing'...

No matter what they are called... cats are all 'momiau' for me hehehehe...

By the way, for English Language learner, 'to let the cat out of the bag' means to tell a secret ^_^

Art Attack

My assignments for art class are killing me! We have so many tasks and i have so many other things to do... T_T Well, since i will graduate and become a primary school teacher, art subject is necessary (Actually, so does any other subject. When you are a primary school teacher, you need to be ready to teach anything, a reason i had so many subjects to learn...)

Alright, i just would like to share with you my work. They are not pretty, mind you, and i'm posting them here so that i won't lose their copy once i have submitted them. I do have them in my laptop but it won't last for long if anything happens to my dear Edward(my personal laptop). Well, unless something happens to blogspot... *skeptical*

My first work of the day... (up there!)

It is a floral motif plus curtain picture, so i named it mother's curtain. Since it would be quite irrelevant to name it father's curtain (hey, i'm being gender biased here!!!!), i simply chose mother as the appropriate tactic to fulfill the evil ambition of inner demon and her crazy minions... hahahaha... (i'm completely off my rocker for the lack of sleep)...

Alright, i'm being serious now. The task is to draw a black and white picture of anything. It is a practice of drawing, lining as well as inking. A lot of my friends copied some pictures from somewhere, and because i'm such a stubborn and hard headed person i decided to draw something of my own, meaning it is hundred percent experimental... hahaha... so that is the product. I will share with you some other works later...

Then, i'm off! ^_^

The umbrellas

Hahaha... a silly scribble this time...

i realize throughout my post i have not been expressing things in my head lately. That is because i don't have much time in life... haha... and I'm turning very secretive recently to the point of not saying anything.

Anyway, here's a new story... i don't call it a short story nor could i name it a poem (even though it is written in stanzas). Perhaps, it's a song? Well, call it anything you like and enjoy reading. Perhaps i have been reading too much shoujo manga lately... my mind is quite occupied with a little bit of romance... hihihi...

The umbrellas

The colour of the sky changes
The world’s sign to the ignorant human beings
The air smelt wet
Yep, soon people are going to need the umbrellas

Just now I saw you stand over there
Completely alone among the waves of people
The lightening showed itself
Yet, as clueless as the crowds you stood still

I took my blue umbrella out
With a slight guiltiness as I pulled it over my head
Though how big the umbrella was
It wouldn’t shelter me if you were left unsheltered

Hey, won’t you share this umbrella with me?
You will get wet all over like this
But, there’s not a little bit of confidence
In this pitiful self, just to say that aloud

I heard that knights had their swords
To come to the princess’ aid
I wonder if it would be nice to be a knight sometimes
But, in my hand was just a timid blue umbrella

The thunder roared mercilessly this time
And a middle-aged man jumped an inch up in the air
My heart ached as I saw
The flimsy distress on your face

Hey, won’t you share this umbrella with me?
You will get wet all over like this
But, before the cold rain started to fall
Reaching into your bag, you pulled a cute pink umbrella out

I heard that knights had their swords
To come to the princess’ aid
I thought it was nice to be a knight once in a while
But, in my hand was only a silly blue umbrella

Nothing can be done, can’t it?
I just missed my chance
What a great knight of umbrellas I was
Well, at least you won’t get drenched by the rain, right?

But then you turned and smiled at me
Slipping your warm hands in mine
We walked together in blue and pink umbrellas
I guess, only our clasping hand would get drenched this way…