Hi …
My name is Sri Dea Wiranda Hasni. I am born in
a simple family as the oldest of three brothers. My parents are Bapak Hasan
Basri and Ibu Nurdewilis. I honour them. I have two married sisters, their
husbands names are Willy Denhas and Widiya Salsa Hasni.
I am visiting the school on level 12 and I am
waiting for the national exams to finish up. I have the feeling that time
flies. No time to play, no time to enjoy. I want to give my best effort to pass
the exams with best results for my parents, my family, my teacher and my
sanggar.
My hobbys? Well, there were a lot of things I
was interested. In a way, drawing is a nice hobby. But it bored me. I just
wanted to hurry up to level 12, without wasting time for Arts and Culture. The
only thing I liked was dancing. But now I prefer drawing instead of dancing.
The first week the teacher makes the task of drawing a Doodle.
Yes a Doodle. A doodle is a picture with only two colors: mostly black and
white. But it can also be graded with bright colors. My teacher said: “I
will collect them next week.” All the children were protesting, because of
given such a short time to complete it. Of course, I was protesting too. But he
kept to his demands.
I find it
difficult because you have to draw so accurately. But the teacher, who ignored
our protest, calmed down with the words: “I am sure you can do it. The result
will be very good.” And the teacher says
also that Arts is a part of the Culture. Hah … How can I finish up this work in
just one week? All other obligations remain unprocessed.
During that
my days are burdened with the task of drawing -_-.Home from school straight to
the Sanggar, after that directly home to help Mom. And in the night I should
draw -_-. But that night I drew nothing. I was just staring on an empty
character block. The second day was like this too, no any drawing on the
character block. And the next day was the same. While my friends where drawing
avidly and brought to school a character block to complete the task of drawing.
But me? Not a single stroke of graffiti. I was busy to complete other tasks.
The fifth
day, this was the day I started to draw and pour my ideas. Imagine, I was just
starting to draw with black marker. No streaks or slightly out of line in
coloring. I started to draw my favorite cartoons. Pororo and Mario Bross. Then
I draw a dream catcher. Dream catcher is a hanger-known in Korea, symbolizing
"Dream Keeper". Yes. It carry
the dream in a nightmare.
I draw a danbo
doll, certainly many know the danbo dolls from karton. I like dolls headbands
for his unique look. I prefer something unique. Hehe ... I draw a clock. Yeah
... a clock symbolizes time, time adolescent spend with social media like
whatsapp, facebook, instagram and others. I draw a braided hair woman to represent
me. At school my hair was always braided by my friends. I draw a car and the
flag of London. Why did I draw this? It’s because once if I have a car, I will
go to London for holidays. Or hopefully I can go there to visit the college. Hehe.
I draw a guitar to symbolizes the desire to know how to play it.
I draw a veiled woman. This includes also the desire to
be hooded very quickly to disappear to sink into thought. The first thought is
in God and in understanding formulas and music lessons. This is because I love
music, I often listening to. I draw a mosque. The veiled woman is me. I
symbolize the Muslims. And I draw a sun. The sun is my symbol for a Sanggar. Exactly
the Sanggar Mentari which brightens my dreams.
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