KLue Urbanscape

Just revived this blog of mine and will start blogging religiously from today onwards. (promise!)

Anyway, this was where I went yesterday:

KLue Urbanscape!Guests arriving

Well, it was all thanks to my dear, who managed to get us two tickets from Nuffnang. Pre-ticket sales was RM25 while tickets bought on that day was priced at RM35.

So basking in the wrath of the mid-afternoon sun, my dear and I set forth towards KLPAC (Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre) . This is located in East Sentul, in an area introducing concept living, where there are apartments, a lake, jacuzzis, ...(though my idea of concept living is simply an area for the rich to enclose themselves and set up facilities they don't even need.)

So once we stepped in, we were greeted with a rich symphony of colours, sounds and people... (All in line with our true Malaysian spirit of rojak).

Just as we were entering, we saw this:

So what do you make of it?

It's a goddess, trapped in every one of us; not allowed it's release..As time goes by, it slowly is remoulded, till it forms an almost indistuingishable mirror of what the society wants it to be. Yet, through some stroke of luck and a glimmer of divine intervention, it will remain always, as it's own...-a symbol of rebellion and individuality. ----> TA DAA!

Hahha..just kidding. It's a lump or rocks, made more artistic becuse someone had extra pink papers lying around.

Me!! posing with some colourful art-work

And this was my favourite art work of the day:

Lol..the one below! Don't you agree he's one piece of great art? =p Anyway, the one at the background wasn't bad either.

It's called TaPau Nation!

Really reflects our community, don't you think? =p Plus, it's movable. Kids loved it, we loved it. Now that's what I call art..able to reach out and connect with the lives of others..and not sitting on some no-touch zone, appealing only to the angry and depressed.

Liked the gallery though, as the art work was arranged in a non-typical-art-gallery-manner. The art-work clashed and harmonized, soothed and irritated, each fighting for attention, each with it's own unique taste, united into a glorious ensemble. The disappointing side was that there were not many art-work up for display..probably a mere 20 at most.

The art work below is separated from the one above. See what I mean when I said it was an atypical gallery? The work below dictates how the human being is constantly being tied down by rules, restrictions..no matter who or where one was. A nice representation, but it was too random, too un-expressive for me.

Then there was the marketplace. It's a place where trinkets, food, drinks, bags, clothes were sold..at a price of course...

And then I got whizzed to the Land of Oz with colourful flowers:
Nah...it's just my boyfriend trying out funky features with his camera.

Finally, after 3 hours of sweating and pushing and being pushed, we finally headed home...

Goodbye!

So in conclusion, I learnt that oftentimes, art is defined as a piece of work which you'll have to slowly digest, absorb and think deeply before you get the message. The more confusing it is, the more it will be appreciated. But, on the other hand, there are a lot of 'art' out there with a simple and clear message. A child who spent the whole morning working on his father's day card, a mother arranging a bouquet for her daughter's wedding, a piece of bread shared between two hungry souls, a couple dancing on their 50th anniversary... Those.. don't quite make it to the galleries, but they'll endure in our hearts...

PS: Special thanks to my dear for the pictures, and for saving my blog from plunging into total oblivion and nothingness...=p

Cupid Strikes

So fatal, so elusive and so impossible- why then did the human race subject ourselves to this form of modern guillotine? Love is often times a senseless thing. That could probably be the reason why we always love with the heart, and never with the mind. For every child of 10 would be able to tell you that all the heart does is to pump blood. The real culprit, lies more hidden, towards the north, in that secret sanctuary, enjoying a penthouse view. I suppose the brain is reserved more for rational thought, and therefore, as people decided to become a 'Fool for Love' end up with 'Loving you with all My Heart.' But why the heart? We all could have used the bullet on the other god-knows how many organs in our body.

1. The heart was probably one of the first organs that was noticed by mankind...along with the stomach and bladder and...intestine. But lets face it, they are waay too unappealing. One stores food, n digests it with acid and enzymes...and that's not the way to treat a lover, i think. The bladder stores waste and excretes it from our body. That definitely sends the wrong signals. And the intestine, absorbs nutrients and excretes unabsorbable solid waste and water. Which is basically saying that you absorb all the good there is in your partner and then when the bank account is high and dry or the mortgage paid off and then it's time to leave the poor fella as dried as an old, preserved prune.

2. The heart has four chambers. An average car seats 4 comfortably. And let's face it, who doesn't love cars? Too few, and it's like a race car, too fast and too unstable..someone might get thown out...accidentally, of course. Too many, and it's like a SUV. Which spells family. Which scares away half the population of men.

3. Valves. To stop things from going in the wrong direction.

4. Cardiac cells. Which do not regenerate. Which means once a relationship has gone sour, someone cheats, the door is closed, there can be no more U-turns. It's strictly a one-way street.

5. The heart generates it's own impulses. A relationship should be a positive educational and rewarding experience for both parties.

Well, I wonder if the above would get me a job in some women's magazine..Cleo or Her World or some other mag that women read while getting a perm. But in reality, I have often thought love is simply too powerful, too strong a word to be used by mere mortals...even on ourselves. People in love proclaim that they hear angels sing, or sparks fly, or a flame which is so grand that it engulfs the whole world with it...to me, it just sounds as if they've had too much of Nickelodeon.

However, while I was driving around a corner the other day, I had a glimpse- a glimpse of something people around the world would envy. It wasn't a Greek God or an apparition of Legolas, though I don't think I would have minded if it was. It was this old couple, probably in their 70's, huddled under the umbrella for it was drizzling lightly, and the man had his arm over his wife's shoulder while they slowly navigated their way through the puddles. It was the same couple who I see day after day, taking their brief evening walks, hand in hand. And for a moment, just a brief moment, I guess I believed. Those teddy bears and buy5-free-1 rose promotions had a reason to be in business. For ultimately, everyone walks through life like a gambler. We lose and keep on losing...but I guess at the back of our minds (and hearts) , we all hold on to the small chance, so minute, yet so tempting. The chance that maybe, just maybe when we're plagued with athritis and osteoporosis and greying hair and sagging skin and adult diapers, we'll have someone's hand to hold.

Finally

I finally managed to hack into my account after an hour of labour. And guess what? I found out I actually have two accounts, registered under different email addresses. That was why it took me so long. I had to figure out my email passwords as well. Why didn't they tell me sooner? Geez. Technology. You would've thought that they'd created some programme for people like me.
And so I'm finally here. It's been awhile since I last wrote something other than academic stuff so I reckon I'm extremely rusty. So first post, first day. Haha..I'm having some time off my studies thanks to the end sem break. My first semester in ukm has been...well... eventful to say the least.

First week- TORTURE in 3M
The biggest challenge. Trying to fit in. I can still remember vividly how I spoke almost 20 words in one day! And I was so afraid I'll go mute. Gosh. All I heard around me was Mandarin and Malay. I tried to learn a little bit but it was weird. I felt so homesick for my friends in Ipoh if not for my beloved hp, I think I woudn't have survived. And I think around the 4th day, guess what? I heard ...to my amazement English! So I did what any sane human being would do. I turned around, faced the people stuck out my hand and introduced myself. Haha...and life was so much better after that.

Second week - Almost death in Ulu Sepri
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. (Thanks YeeMing ) But, but...though the jungle trek was scary. (I fell a couple of times and had to hold on to a tree and there was a ravine right below!) The greatest horror was the lack of network. No connection. Can you believe it? An entire week without any knowledge of the outside world. And I survived it all. I'm so proud of myself. *applause* =p

First month - Nightmare with the C
My first formative assessment. Aaaarggghhh...I was so super blur with the new material and exam format (a more distinguished way to say that I was very bodoh) that I managed the unmanageable. I got a C. When I told my fwens here in Ipoh, they laughed at me! Hahaha... But it was a good learning experience. At least now I know it can't get any worse!

After that - It wasn't that bad
Life finally begins! What with amazing buddies like my roommate, Jean, Ru Hui, Yan Chin, Poh Jeann, Su Yan, Si Ling, Sze Wern, Sharen, Rou Yun, and the whole row of 4th floor, block A, KTSN! Starting to get used to communal bathrooms and toilets, though the more in depth discussion on these issue would be elaborated in my next post. And I....well....I.....just have one major complaint, besides the lack of internet connection, no mamak stalls, terrible, unhygienic food.....i just can't stand the CATS! Cats, cats everywhere. Cats on your slippers, cats in the bathrooms, cats in dustbins, cats on the corridors, cats in front of your room, cats IN your room, cats in your most scary nightmares, cats when you wake up, cats when you sleep, cats in your hallucinations in between pages of pharmacology, cats, cats.....and...did I mention, cats?
In conclusion, life here in ukm...is not really that bad..In fact, I'm actually beginning to enjoy it..=p