I was a finalist, again! Yes

On 30th June 2009, I dressed in a gray shirt and a pairs of black skinny jeans. There was a shoe painting competition at Queen’s Bay Mall and I was not losing this chance to get myself something for free!

It was a rainy day, so I have to struggle to keep myself as dry as possible with a AH-MAH style umbrella. Well, I am never a fan of cold. I went there alone as my brother has to prioritize her girl friend mah...

I reached Queen’s Bay Mall without much trouble. But one thing worth mentioning was my acquaintance with this Myanmar kid. He is standard 5 and he spoke a mouthful of fluent Malay. I thought he was a smart Indian child till I saw him speaking Malay to an Indian bus driver. It intrigued me. He came sitting beside this big Chinese brother and start asking-“you mao pergi mana?” Then we start chatting right away.

From the short conversation, I knew him as a Malaysia-born Myanmar child. His father was dead because of tibi (and he has no idea what kind of disease is that, guess there was no point explaining…) He probably get his independent character from his single parent family. I kind of pitied him because God has given him a harder level to start this life game. Somehow, if he were to be blessed with an excellent family brought up, I am sure that he will excel better than the others who were born into better background.

This whole heard-touching thingy stopped as the bus reached the mall. I headed for the competition and he headed for his online game at a cyber café somewhere in Penang.

The competition started at 1pm and the contestants were given 3 hours to finish their master piece. However, the time frame was not enough for me, as I sat there thinking…looking at others for the first 30 minutes. Plus, another 30 minutes was gone when I slugged to lower ground floor to buy myself something to savor.

After realizing there is not much time left, I rushed to finish the painting. As I feel that I did not come out with creative and shocking ideas, I decided to impress the judges through fine craftsmanship. However, I was not really satisfied with my work. It was half-way through indeed! I regretted fooling around earlier…if I were to be given another 30 minutes…I would…

Anyway, I was thrilled when I still managed to get myself into the 17 finalists. If I were to fail, then it would be very embarrassing! The money plus time wasted…Let’s see, RM 4 for bus from Sg. Petani to Butterworth, RM 1.50 for another bus from Penang Jetty to Queen’s Bay Mall, RM 3.50 for Auntie Amy’s, RM 59++ for Sushi, RM 1 for papaya as dinner, RM ??.?? for my bro’s petrol, and RM∞ for the induced-dead brain cells…Uh!

Given my semi-finished work, it was quite a competition. I didn’t realize there were some 30+ people taking part into this competition. Most contestants in group B-open category were from design schools because they brought their college bags and based on their features-earrings, hairstyle and fashion. At the first place, I was intimidated by one guy with his so-called complete sets of brush and colors. Yet, he did not get the evil grin I had. Haha!

OK!OK!OK! I am nothing but an ordinary day-dreaming stupid guy, I admitted it! There would be zero difference if I lose.