Yesterday I’m involved in a coloring contest organized at a complex nearby. Seeing those tiny kids, it brings back some memories. I remember during my time entering those contests. Kids cramped against each other sitting, meniarap, bersila sambil tertunduk, surrounded by onlooking parents. Back then it’s not that I’m really eager to enter, it’s just that I have to. Otherwise both my parents will think I am a loser who is afraid of competition. I am not. Believe me, please.
Entering those coloring contest, have you ever suffer the torture of losing before it’s due? I am concentrating on my coloring, and when I try to take a peek at the contestant next to me, he got something like this.
It really demoralize me, man. Big time. I have a plan though. First, I tried to emulate his idea and coloring technique (yeah, it exists and I just realize about it), and then found out it’s too late because mine are already colored with this technique.
Next, I am cursing myself with “I am not going to win” profanity repeatedly before I’m starting to look around to past my time, coloring with less than half a heart, and catch a glimpse of my parents smiling at me. They practically send me for suicide. These kids around me have their coloring classes (I just know those classes existed, yesterday). Sure enough, I lost. I am not even close to get my hands on the saguhati. Next thing I know, whenever Mama buy me Majalah Mickey, Asuh and many more magazines I can’t even remember, I will try to grab and steal coloring ideas from the winners of previous months contests. Surprisingly (for me), it does not take me anywhere. I’ll end up in a cycle. A complete cycle that never ends up with me winning.
Ahh, the ‘good’ old days.
Picture credit: Big Brothers Big Sisters Society of Edmonton & Area.