When I was in secondary school, there was a girl by the name of Iman. Iman was a cute chubby girl who loved to sleep in the class. But, whenever Iman woke up from her sweetest dream, nobody wanted to be near her. This was due to Iman being a good Geography drawer; who drew maps on her desk, her school bag and once on her test papers.
For me, it was just something she had in nature. The other girls who were looking ridiculously hypocrite should not look at her differently. Each of them drew the same map on their hostel's pillow or the Garfield pillow too - the difference between Iman's map and their map was whether it was large or small. Or whether any of them had smell their pillows:P
Of course, they prenteded that they were sweet smelling ladies with a very good nature of no dribbling (yeah right!). If only the boys knew how bad the Garfield and Doraemon pillows smelled...
I too, drew some maps (Eh, I'm talking like Yoda...?)
There was one day when I dreamed of going to Anfield and watched Liverpool won a game. I was wearing a red Liverpool jersey with Standard Chartered logo in front. There was no Carlsberg in my dream at all. I screamed and yelled when Torres scored, and I sang You'll Never Walk Alone with the other Kopites.
When I woke up, there was a piece of England on my pillow.
The other day, I dreamed about being in Scotland . I pronounced the word Edinburgh perfectly like the Scottish lass - they said it was Endibuuurraaaa...and not Edinberg. Then I had a halal haggis with fried Snickers at a Scottish restaurant before I went for salmon fishing and rabbit hunting. It turned out to be that the rabbit I hunted was made for Jenab and I married them both. (Jenab, with a Scottish husband? Since when she decided to become Ning Baizura?~!)
When I woke up, there was a small drips of Scotland.
One tiring day, I walked across Holland's tulips farm, then went to a fish and rice restaurant in Lisbon, cooked a paella in Spain and painted a handsome man in Italy. After that, I was suddenly in Marrakesh - joining the halal food bazaar in Morocco before I went to Syria to pound the Arabian ice-cream. I sat on a bench and I watched Shakira danced while biting on the pistachios covered ice-cream.
I can't remember when but there were days when I drew China, India and parts of Asia. I drew Malaysia so many times, but somehow my drawings came out imperfect. Singapore was nowhere in scene:(
My best ever creation was Japan. As I mentioned in my posting - love is a four letter word, I dreamed of a chubby bride under the sakura trees along with her family members. She looked happy when the groom shook the tok kadi's hand. But the sakura flowers which fell from the tree hid her tears.
Even though Japan was small, but the creation on the pillow was so huge until I had to change the pillowcase. Clearly, it was such a nice dream:P
So, can anyone guess how big my map was?
Those lovely creation was made by a very expensive material called saliva.
I don't know where Iman is right now. I bet she might be somewhere intresting - probably Moscow where her parents stayed. But even though Iman drew maps, she went to those places. How about me? I drew the map but I've never been to any of those places. Hopefully one day:)
I know most of us won't admit that we drew maps too. But if you didn't, your partners might. How did you cope with it? I don't know. You tell me:)
If drawing map is not disgusting, which map do you want to draw? Where to?Why?
* Inspiration: my shocking pink smelly pillow plus Google Map:P