today was one of those 50-50 yin yang days - half bad, half good.
Chap1.
it started off with me thinking that the cinema was closed today, with good reason. i called and they said it was closed. long story short, my family and i still decided to go anyway. this was when i realized that this particular mall (DATARAN freaking PAHLAWAN), has to be the most atrociously structured and architectured building in the entire universe. imagine 6 floors of shops and whatnot, but only ONE elevator. if that's not bad enough, the escalators are all, for some reason, those supermarket 30 degree inclined type escalators, and they're all on the left side of the flipping building. as you would've gathered by now, it takes forever to get to the 6th floor (where GSC is at). on a normal day, it would take a normal person a little bit of swearing and a whole lot of patience to get up to the cinema in one piece. today, however, would have taken that same person unsurmountable patience and stamina to even get to the 3rd floor. yes. my family and i had to take a thousand flights of stairs just cos some idiotic simpleton decided to set off the fire alarm which caused unnecessary mayhem and everything to stop functioning properly. that chapter of my day ended really nicely because Mamma Mia! was really entertaining and lived up to my expectations (certain scenes were slightly bollywood-esque, but who cares).
Chap2.
was walking around the streets of old town melaka, in search of galleries and basically anything that was aesthetically provocative. took some photos, sketched a little here and there, gratified. then i saw "Jehan Chan Gallery", so i thought, 'cool, maybe i can write about him in my report.' as i walked into the gallery, i saw this lady emerge from the back of the house. i thought nothing of it and started looking around at the artwork mounted on the walls. then i heard from the back of my head "you want buy painting or just looking?"
me : just looking. its for an art project.
her : ok. no photo. no interview.
me : um, okay. *still looking*
her : *TSK* nah girl, you take this biography paper (she meant brochure) and you can go now.
appalled was all i was. frankly, i dont give a rats ass if your dad (i later found out she's the daughter of the artist) is a relatively well known artist in malaysia. just cos every family (exc mine) has got a print of your dad's "limited edition" carps painting mounted on their damn living room wall, does not give you the bleeding right to treat anyone with such a disgustingly dismissive attitude. oh well, i did, after all, chuck the brochure in the bin at the gallery and walked out after saying 'thank you' with as much poise and grace as i could possibly conjure at the time. i then walked across the street to this other gallery where i spent the next 1.5 hours (as oppose to the 5 secs i was allowed to stand at the door of jehan chan's gallery) talking to the artist (tham siew inn) who is absolutely brilliant. im not gonna bore you with the intricate details of our conversation, but he did inspire me and actually made me think twice about being an economist (instead of an artist)! yes, i do enjoy making ugly things look pretty; and yes, i do wanna travel the world alone and meet all kinds of arty people; but i just can't do that, not right now. there's one thing i know i'll do though, that is die in paris as a painter when i'm old and wrinkly. (:
(above) overrated and oversold carps.
my favourite of all the paintings i saw today.so that was my day as a whole. not the most exciting, but it was good, all in all.
till next time. au revoir!
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