Ever since I was a chewren, I loved the art of drawing. I say loved the art, in the sense that I'm totally captivated by the idea of transcribing an object in a place in time and space onto parchment and a two dimensional surface. Something in cognitive philosophy tells us our concept of reality is determined by how we envisage and percieve the world, and the ablity to draw, to capture an image of something alive and transform it into an amalgam of lines, circles, shades, hues and other things straight out od a design text book.
But the horror, is that I can't draw. For nuts. The only time I have been able to draw was when I was between the ages of 1 and primary one, only for the fact that it was cute, exciting and mandatory for a small kid to churn out squiggles and weird shapes in the name of art. Da Vinci would be proud. It's not that I'm not creative, or that I have zero motor skills, unable to hold a pencil without shaking it like a poloroid picture. I've been to art lessons, done that, bought the shirt, but bo effect leh! Wait actually art lessons are a tad oxymoronic if I may add. Something like Instructed Creativity, or Group tuition on individualism, that kinda thing. I digress, but the matter of fact is that I can't draw. It pains me deeply that the only visual art I can do is called Purity- White paper untouched by the scourge of art. Bleahhhh.
The worst thing is, that I can bloody hell see the drawing, completed, in my head. In my head..In my head...zombie..zombie... Sigh. Yeah, and over the years, I realized that this innate problem, does not just manifest itself in art, although more so here. In fact, I realized that I have a problem visualizing things. And no, I don't need help to cross the road, but rather, I have a very hard time trying to well, visualize stuff in my head from information on paper, the surroundings, or sometimes even the spoken word.Hmm. For example, I sucked BIG TIME at Tessalations(sp) in p5. Remember how in pri sch math they'd ask you to visualize the folding of a cube or sth? Did I kill myself trying to do that? Check. Also, I can never do stuff like "spell ________ backwards" without my hypothalamus bleeding for a bit. I think its a visual problem, that I can't visualize the letters and arange them back to front. Like I said, I can't draw, because I have trouble translating thoughts in my head, or objects in reality onto a piece of paper, and I certainly can't do those Big Art Attacks where the dude takes like friggin cloth, shoes and whatever they have over there and makes this picture of horses grazing. Wah. geksim man.
Oh yeah, thus I have huge problems visualizing 3D maths stuff, like Vectors. You heathen go " Just visualize la, Z is in space..so ya la.hahahaha loser." A slight exaggeration, but the truth is that I can't visualize stuff for shit.
Studying techniques too. Even if I'm given a "Bio Answers for SL Bio Paper One on Fith October 2006, Anglo-Chinese School Independent This Title is Bloody Long" book, I'd have to literally write everything out on paper to allow it to register in that bleeding cranium. Tis sad, for me and for a million rainforests out there, that I can't just read something and memorize it. Rather I have to write it out, do it hands on by myself, before knowledge is stored.
Thus I did what all good folks do when they have problems and need someone to confide in, I went to consult the internet, and my fears were proven. Whoanelly, I'm a kinesthethic learner *faints*. It says I learn things by doing them, be it writing out detailed notes or performing the skill or whatever. Actually, I kinda knew this already but since the internet said it it mut be tr00! Hence, for the 13261360167th time, I'm making notes for the bio syllabus which I did for common tests, a month ago, and half an hour ago. Human Impact on the Environment is my fault. Sigh, I wish I could just open Concepts and Connections, stare, drool, twiddle my thumbs, flip page, wash, rinse repeat, and go to the exam hall tmr getting my 7.
But life's cruel folks. And all this typing forces me to get back to some writing. Indeed. Life's cruel. But I guess there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, 'cept for the visually inept 'me it might be the headlights of a train. Nah, we should think positive.Yes! "At least there's no tessallations!", I say, in a sudden organism.
Delivered at 4:34 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile