Potato Pie
with cheese, chicken bits and more cheese.
Muji had a sale and me being one of their avid fans had to buy this double ring recycled paper folder and notebook. Then I found some extra "Letterset" alphabets and couldn't sleep. An hour later and I made this.....
Advanced Concepts in Classical Mathematics & Latin Philosophy, my new diary and sketch book. hehehe....the future sketch books and notepads will be titled "Studies in Post-Modern Economics (2nd Edition)" and "Quantum Physics Volume 7". Kenneth Frampton anybody?
From Reuters.
Art Gallery loses its head, displays plinth
LONDON (Reuters) - One of Britain's most prestigious art galleries put a block of slate on display, topped by a small piece of wood, in the mistaken belief it was a work of art.
The Royal Academy included the chunk of stone and the small bone-shaped wooden stick in its summer exhibition in London.
But the slate was actually a plinth -- a slab on which a pedestal is placed -- and the stick was designed to prop up a sculpture. The sculpture itself -- of a human head -- was nowhere to be seen.
"I think the things got separated in the selection process and the selectors presented the plinth as a complete sculpture," the work's artist David Hensel told BBC radio.
The academy explained the error by saying the plinth and the head were sent to the exhibitors separately.
"Given their separate submission, the two parts were judged independently," it said in a statement. "The head was rejected. The base was thought to have merit and accepted.
"The head has been safely stored ready to be collected by the artist," it added. "It is accepted that works may not be displayed in the way that the artist might have intended."
xia lah! cock up to the max. BTW I'm currently busy and part of it involves working with museum people. hehe and sometimes I get so caught up with things going on now and whilst having a good time doing it, I find myself missing the days of bore. I need to "nua" for a day, just one day.
ah farg it i might as well let it be it, I have this feeling of loneliness, the kind that bugs you for like 30 mins before you sleep it away, the ones that hit you when on the bus and everyone is in their own little zone minding their own business, sometimes i just want to do stupid stuff just to get you talking. not really, at times I rather keep things to myself. I'm really contridicting/self explaining/unrationalising myself now but heck, I never knew how much I knew about the whatevers, the non questions that get answers. I so need to de-number my thoughts now.
The shop owner was nice enough to give us some directions to the hostel we were intending to stay in. Along the way we passed by the Little India of penang which i must say is damn happening and its near the beach which make sit more happening. Bollywood hits blasting in the background, good food, busy roads, colourful stores. I could spend a week here.
After about an hour or two of walking then hitching a ride on the free transit bus (yes free bus) we made our way to 100 Cintra Street, which is off Chulia Street, a backpackers heaven for both foreigners and Malaysian's from other states. We found this hostel online and feel in love with it. What a amazing place. By the way, for you archi students, it has won a Aga Khan Award for Architecture, yeah the one that Mr Cheah talks about during archi con class. The owner of the place was very hospitable and knowing that we were studenst gave us a discount on an already very affordable price for a night. 28 Rinngit for a one night stay in a shophouse is priceless even without air-con (but with heated bathes...rare in hostels)
here's the owner at the common tv area where we caught a "ahem" early screening of Scary Movie 4 at night.
Alot more happened in between but being the sixth day most of my Memory Stick was used up and we still had Melaka to capture. Anyhoo there's alot more on film of which will take some time to scan in manually, so hold on!
from left Gar Yan Christine Jinghao Wesley Zhixiang Peisen
Leonard, Edawrd, Wesley Peisen
Jinghao and Amos
Gar Yan and Christine
Gar Yan in the foreground, some band screeching at the back
Zhixiang and Jinghao
Me and Amos