Now, Looking Down On Swimming Babies

Continuing from the previous post, about how I'm always doubtful of my brother, Kitten.

He wanted to join his school's swimming carnival.
When we asked what he wanted to join, he said everything.

Is this boy serious?!

So he signed up for

• 25 metres Breaststroke (Level 2)
• 4 X 25m Tube Race (Level 2)
• Water Games 2

Sheep and my first concern,

"Do you even know what a breaststroke is?!"

"Yeah! ... Erm, yeah?"

Not the most convincing answer.

And yes, we are very bad sisters, aren't we?

by  Sun-wing on deviantart.

Finally, when he jumped into the pool, we were surprised.
Kitten actually does know how to do a breaststroke.
Even more shocking, he got first in his group!

Again, Sheep and I were slapped by reality.
Our brother, our baby brother, is pretty good at something.

We were amazed,
couldn't contain our excitement!

... Until we saw another group of students doing another round of breaststrokes.


Could it be... 
(-_-") *awkward pause*

Kitten did get first,

but for the WRONG CATEGORY!

He was supposed to be in Level 2, but he competed in Level 1.

So for the next swimming carnival, we'll make sure he's in the right category.

He may not win the competition.

But he won our respect.

Looking Down On Babies

I'm sure everyone have faced times when their families doubt whatever they do.
My family is not that different.

Kitten (nickname).

My brother.

My BABY brother.

(Although he'll be 10 this year)

He likes to participate in activities. Which is fine.
But I'd doubt he'd win.

Yeah, maybe I look down on him.
Maybe it's because he seems a little wimpy at home.
Or maybe because I still think of him as a baby brother.

Few years back, he entered a colouring contest.
Sheep (my sister) and I looked at his artwork and laughed.
It wasn't ugly... But I guess it just looked funny to us.

When they announced the prize winners, Kitten eagerly stood near the stage, hoping for his name to be called.

Sheep and I just laughed.
While my mom went to Kitten and told him,

"You didn't win, dear. Now, move aside. Don't block the way for the winners."

"And the third place winner is... Kitten!!"

Yes, right at that moment, Kitten's name was announced.

Sheep froze. I froze. Mom froze.
Then she quickly cheered for him to go on stage, while we chased him with a camera, laughing at the sheer randomness of it all.

The person we doubt, proved us wrong.

You'd think that we learned our lesson after that, right?

Well, wait for the next post.

A similar episode, but with another random twist.

"What's your weakness?"

Okay, so we were in another ceramah the other day.
It was mainly about how to nail job interviews and find our purpose, dreams, and goals in life etc etc.

Most of us still haven't got our goals clear yet.
I would be one of those people who have no idea what she wants to work as.

So the speaker wanted us to outline what we're going to be in a few years.

QUESTION:

WHERE WILL YOU BE IN 3 YEARS?

As expected, a lot of people wrote down that they're going to be successful people, rich, and have a very stable family etc.
I have no idea what to write. I'm not very ambitious to the point that I can imagine myself being a millionaire.
Thankfully, as I counted down in 3 years, it's not too difficult.

Currently = 20 years old, fifth semester of diploma

Later = 23 years old, final year of degree

So while everyone was dreaming to be big in 3 years,
I just wrote that I'll be a final year degree student.


For a friend of mine, let's call him Cow.
He got that question, but in 5 years (because he was in a different session).
So he wrote:

"Dalam masa 5 tahun, saya akan menjadi bapa yang berjaya, kacak, lagi bergaya."

Yes, that statement was too cute to pass away!

There was one session where the speaker told us to write on the paper:
1) Our strengths
2) Our weaknesses

Now, keep in mind that these will be the answers we give to employers during job interviews whenever the question of, "Tell us what is your strength/weakness."

For Cow,

QUESTION:

WHAT IS YOUR STRENGTH?

ANSWER:
My good looks!

I assure you, that is entirely NOT true.

Zura, my classmate, pointed out that the tip was to show yourself as very confident and charismatic, that you won't admit to having weaknesses at all!
She said that's what she did during the Diploma Mass Comm interview.


But she wrote on the paper anyway,

QUESTION:

WHAT IS YOUR WEAKNESS?

ANSWER:
1) I have too many pimples and zits.
2) I'm not good at cooking.


Fisa, another classmate, laughed looking over at Zura's answer.

"Just imagine that!

In a job interview, when the boss asks you what's your weakness,

and your answers are that you have a lot of pimples and you can't cook?!

What kind of answer is that?!?!"

She got a point lol.

So now I'm sitting in this 4-hour ceramah.
And it is organized by those higher-ups management of my university.

Yes. These people who can turn a simple talk into a torture.
What would they feel if they had to sit in a 4-hour ceramah, that's hardly fun nor interactive?

I bet they wouldn't like it either.

So if they don't like it,
Why are they forcing the same thing they'd hate- on us?

Explaining My Sense of Humour

Yes, I know what you would be thinking,

"Do you even HAVE sense of humour?!"

Yes, I agree. I don't really strike jokes or any funny things when I'm with a lot of people.

That's mainly because I don't think they would find any of my jokes even remotely funny.

Which goes to explain on how my sense of humour is

(considering I even have any):

9 Words

So. Lame. 

That Only Lame People Would Laugh At It.

It's not inferiority complex or any other psychological terms to describe low self-esteem.

The reality really is like that.

I can list down the people who would crack up at most of my jokes:

1. SHEEP

This is not her being a 'supportive sister'.

She is able to get my jokes because she's just as lame as me!

2. TADPOLE (cousin)

She's not lame at all. 

In fact I think she's one of those 'cool people' in the 'cool crowds', who gets 'cool jokes' and laughs about 'cool stuff'.

But I guess growing up with me have made her gotten used to my so-called sense of humour.

Really, I don't think she's faking it when she laughs at my jokes.

... At least, I don't think it's fake? Or I might be in denial???

3. MY GEEKY FRIENDS (especially from school)

Because they are lame too.

And I simply love that about them!

Because of our common 'lame-ness',

we are able to enjoy each other's plain humour and find those 'unfunny' moments to be very hilarious.

Guys/Girls, let's not ever change and stay as lame as we are.

These 3 on my list are probably the only ones who would get my jokes.

Yes, my sense of humour is so pathetic that it cannot be open to the general public.