The Faber-castell story.

I still remember when i was small, i used to like drawing. And by drawing I mean REAL drawing, on paper, not using a trackpad. I would always bug my mom to buy the coolest 'Faber-castell' color pencils. Naturally, my mom would never simply buy me things that I want. It's about RM24 at that time. But really, that amount of money feels like RM100000000000000000000000. Or even more.

Well, it's not like my mom is those boring mums that limits their child's creativity, but she DO provide me with color pencils. Well, these color pencils are the compilation of the many color pencils collected from goodness knows where, with a lot of brands like luna (color pencils for lunatics), stabilo (for a stable hand when holding milo), and so many others. Some of them even have very interesting brand names like FIRE color pencils.

Yes. That box of color pencil (which is made from plastic and it's actually an empty ice-cream box) has all the brands of color pencils in the world, except FABER-CASTELL. It's like pouring salt on my deep deep wounds =(. Or in this case, putting fire color pencils into my wounds. =(( Double sadness.

But one day, I was determined to get it. It was decided deep down inside my heart. I WILL get it. And so when I finally get my chance to go pass a shop that sells Faber-Castell, I began a series of strategies. Aim? to get my Faber.

The first approach. The gentle persuasion.

Preparation needed : a cute face.

To make this a bit more effective, you have to put hope in your eyes. Gaze upon your mom like she is the god of everything and will then bless you with the faber-castell. Of course, the smile of joy and gratitude and love must be present. Never stop believing.

But it's kinda funny, this method almost never works. Especially when you put your life on the line for it.

Well, worry not. There's still plenty cards up my sleeve.

The next step. The annoyance.

This is the hardest part of all. It's like a battle between you and your mom.

This part starts when your mother says no.

She's not even going to give you any attention.

Well, this really pisses me off when i was young. Why? Because my mom would go through a mountain of cloths that look all the same rather than considering my life threatening issue at hand. (notice she picks up the shirt that is EXACTLY the same one she's wearing. )

And so, you keep asking.

Uh-oh. Boiling point reached. But this is all going according to plan. The boiling point is like a 50:50 kinda thing. When you annoy her pass her boiling point, she'll either go:

'OK FINE I'LL BUY FOR YOU SO SHUT UP AND STOP BEING AN ASS AND BEING SO ANNOYING. YOU'RE MAKING ME UNABLE TO DECIDE WHICH DRESS TO BUY' and fyi, she is still looking at the same shirt.

or:

'YOU BETTER SHUT UP OR ELSE YOU'RE GOING TO GET SOME SERIOUS LOVING FROM ME. YOU'RE SO NOISY EVERYBODY IS GOING TO THINK THAT YOU'RE A BAD BOY. SHAME ON YOU.'

which, the second outcome is not the desirable one. But nonetheless, i will not give up my life.

I have still the last strategy, but i'll leave it for next time.