He was the reason why I wanted to be an archaeologist. He was also the reason why I became very interested in history. I had no problem memorizing facts from Malaysian History, syllabus Form 1 to 3. And yeah, throw in anything from the Ice Age too. That was from Form 1 right? Don't ask me anything now though, don't remember shit.
At one point, I lost interest in history and I thought being an archaeologist in the mundane Malaysia of today could have never brought as much adventure as Indy had in the 30's. Of course I overlooked the fact that Indy had never had any of his adventures in America. It was always in some exotic places like India or Egypt.
I actually tried to do some research on the subject before applying for Uni. It seemed tedious and proper and required a lot of discipline, while I just wanna swing my whip and ride a horse while looking cool in a fedora and leather jacket saving (or stealing) another ancient relic! Where is the adventure lah? At that point I realized that unless I really care about history, the world of archeology is probably better off without a careless bugger like me. Oops sorry, I just dropped that 400 year old urn containing the ashes of some dead emperor. Uh, what do you mean that's the only urn containing his ashes that we have? No spares ah?
I mean, what are the chances of me having adventures in exotic faraway lands? I reckon it would be mind-numbing field work most of the time, if not doing some tiresome research in some dusty museum. Yawn. I mean, have you ever seen an archaeological digging? They dig gently, and then with a little brush they brush away bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit it drives me crazy just watching. Argh.
My mom said she was immensely relieved when I told her I wanted to study architecture instead. She thought it's not as dangerous. I didn't bother to argue. It's actually dangerous to the mind. All architects are actually dotty like hell. That's why I'm an urban designer now, because I'm sane. Gotta give her the credit though for not saying anything during all those years when I really thought archeology was my destiny.
And oh, I didn't do any research at all before applying for architecture. I truly didn't know about the caffeine-overdosed late nights, brutal crits, eccentric tutors, and 6 year long of self-doubt. We all graduated with only shreds of self-esteem, the school had managed to strip us off that. And so it was with pure innocence (which the school managed to strip off me too) that I entered the school and spent the 1st year having fun. C'mon, first year was fun. In later years we all dubbed the first year at that school as pure lie as it was not indicative whatsoever of what was to come.
Here I am now, armed with a bundle of qualifications and not having a clue. Maybe I should have taken archeology instead. At least I'll be dealing with things that won't change. The thing with architecture is that it keeps changing until you get that as-built drawing done. And that is not one fun drawing to make.
Anyhoo, for old time sake, I've booked 2 tickets to see Indy's latest adventure tomorrow night. I'll just grab a friend to see it with me. Or I could see it on my own. When it comes to Indy, I don't need a sidekick. I'll be too busy imagining myself looking cool in a fedora and cracking that whip to care.
At one point, I lost interest in history and I thought being an archaeologist in the mundane Malaysia of today could have never brought as much adventure as Indy had in the 30's. Of course I overlooked the fact that Indy had never had any of his adventures in America. It was always in some exotic places like India or Egypt.
I actually tried to do some research on the subject before applying for Uni. It seemed tedious and proper and required a lot of discipline, while I just wanna swing my whip and ride a horse while looking cool in a fedora and leather jacket saving (or stealing) another ancient relic! Where is the adventure lah? At that point I realized that unless I really care about history, the world of archeology is probably better off without a careless bugger like me. Oops sorry, I just dropped that 400 year old urn containing the ashes of some dead emperor. Uh, what do you mean that's the only urn containing his ashes that we have? No spares ah?
I mean, what are the chances of me having adventures in exotic faraway lands? I reckon it would be mind-numbing field work most of the time, if not doing some tiresome research in some dusty museum. Yawn. I mean, have you ever seen an archaeological digging? They dig gently, and then with a little brush they brush away bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit it drives me crazy just watching. Argh.
My mom said she was immensely relieved when I told her I wanted to study architecture instead. She thought it's not as dangerous. I didn't bother to argue. It's actually dangerous to the mind. All architects are actually dotty like hell. That's why I'm an urban designer now, because I'm sane. Gotta give her the credit though for not saying anything during all those years when I really thought archeology was my destiny.
And oh, I didn't do any research at all before applying for architecture. I truly didn't know about the caffeine-overdosed late nights, brutal crits, eccentric tutors, and 6 year long of self-doubt. We all graduated with only shreds of self-esteem, the school had managed to strip us off that. And so it was with pure innocence (which the school managed to strip off me too) that I entered the school and spent the 1st year having fun. C'mon, first year was fun. In later years we all dubbed the first year at that school as pure lie as it was not indicative whatsoever of what was to come.
Here I am now, armed with a bundle of qualifications and not having a clue. Maybe I should have taken archeology instead. At least I'll be dealing with things that won't change. The thing with architecture is that it keeps changing until you get that as-built drawing done. And that is not one fun drawing to make.
Anyhoo, for old time sake, I've booked 2 tickets to see Indy's latest adventure tomorrow night. I'll just grab a friend to see it with me. Or I could see it on my own. When it comes to Indy, I don't need a sidekick. I'll be too busy imagining myself looking cool in a fedora and cracking that whip to care.
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