nico day 2: malaysian art 101
Saturday, May 13, 2006
(post was made and meant for may 11th, but i was late a day or two from insufficient sleep and that i didn't get the pictures yet from nico :p)
i have to start of by saying the hotel istana website has every darn thing you'll ever need from booking a room with them to their toilet inventory listing... everything BUT their goddamn phone number.
today started off with me being ridiculously tardy for reasons that shall remain hush hush for now as i've been lovingly bullied and threatened to stop writing about particular issues on my blog. don't like it? don't fucking read it even if it's pointed in your direction. if you hate and demonize me THAT much, you won't read my blog even if your face was stapled to the screen. stop finding excuses and go away.
talk about giving oneself a kick in the bloody ass for no reason, eh?
we all hurt so DEAL with it without resorting to immature threats. again, read the previous post. i bitch because i'm pissed and i move along. keyword: move along. leave me the fuck alone. kthxbye.
on a lighter and cheerier note, nico and i went to craft center to make our very own batik (translation: er, see images below) sheets! surprisingly, i didn't get us lost while walking from the hotel to the craft center lol xD
hey, i still don't know where jalan imbi or jalan ampang is ok? :p
upon arriving at the magnificent, traditional malay-styled building, we made our way down to one of the small crafting huts to look for the d.i.y batik hut. fortunately for us (i.e. me :p), it was strategically placed right by the stairs xD
so we picked out the pictures we wanted to trace and paint. yes, i'm no picasso so i opted for a previously printed sktech of orchids to be my template xD nico got a family of frogs ;p
so after tracing the picture onto the silk cloth, we had to retrace the pencil marks with wax. i actually had much fun doing it despite having a terribly unsteady hand and botched my tracings a few times :P
you'd think that every malaysian kid who went through form 3 art class would've done the batik but NOOOOOO, my form 3 experience was robbed away from me because our instructor decided just not to do it.
he even made us get the canting (translation: tool to apply liquid wax) too at the beginning of the year! i want my canting refund back you dirty liars.
nico chickened out after the first two lines of wax! lol and had the nice lady working there trace it for him xD
i am extremely PROUD to say that my watercoloring skills has not improved one bit since i was 12. i'm still as graceful with the paintbrush as i am running around with my shoelaces tied tightly together xD
i liked nico's batik piece :D
it reminded me of a stained-glass window. so colorful! :D
TA-DAH! sneak peek at nico working diligently at his masterpiece! :D
and the end results:
standing tall and proud: grace from the ashes of evil and torment? (honestly, i just fucked up the background but i thought it was rather symbolic)
can you spot the pretty golden duckie?
since my previous post was devoid of any pictures from nico because of his illogical rationalization as to WHY he doesn't want to be in pictures, here is one of him chilling out in a booth by the craft center:
eisen was right. SHY AS FUCK <3
with the batik in tow, we started back towards the hotel to grab lunch. today's menu: indian food ^^;
well it wasn't really indian. i was still a little scared to let nico try the banana leaf rice because panda once mentioned his internals organs turned mush eating it after arriving home for a mere two days :p
nan (white bread thingie) and tandoori (the spiced chicken) ^^;
maggi mee goreng. spicy. ehm!
yes, it's all spicy kek :p
but he survived! *cheer* :D
after lunch, i've never felt sooooo good walking into a hotel lobby :p i was greeted by a blast of cold air as the glass doors slid open to save us from the sun xD mmm.
after being jinxed by the rain yesterday, we stayed indoors for abit... and i bugged nico to teach me french :/ the only thing i can really do now is count from one to three LOL i hate you number four. i fail :x
sorry, my "rrrr"s aren't as sexy as his to cut it ;(
oh oh, and we played a silly game of make-neko-look-up-the-dictionary. nico would say a sentence, and i'd try to look up the meaning. consdering that none of the damn words are spelt the way they sound it was a BIG fat PAIN in the bloody ass.
sigh, nico 1 neko 0 -_-
btw, GUESS WHO had satay for dinner!
yep :D
to top this all off, we dashed to bestari at sri hartamas to meet up with a few of the gang and have a nice, cosy mamak session.
i must've left a few of my braincells in the taxi while sitting in the jam by souled out because i'm such a dumbass. i called for teh tarik ais (translation: iced "pulled" tea) instead of teh ais. yeah, don't ask lol
as the crowd gathered, we introduced nico to the roti tisu:
eating this will be a pain in the ass? :p
it's basically just uhm, dough stretched really thin xD it's buttery and the insides are sprinkled with coarse sugar xD yum yum :D it was a good roti tisu and lasted awhile before we tore into it and watched it topple lol
it's 4am and nico is going to give me his puppy eye look again if i'm late. STRESS.
i think i'm going to go collapse now xD
(post was made and meant for may 11th, but i was late a day or two from insufficient sleep and that i didn't get the pictures yet from nico :p)
i have to start of by saying the hotel istana website has every darn thing you'll ever need from booking a room with them to their toilet inventory listing... everything BUT their goddamn phone number.
today started off with me being ridiculously tardy for reasons that shall remain hush hush for now as i've been lovingly bullied and threatened to stop writing about particular issues on my blog. don't like it? don't fucking read it even if it's pointed in your direction. if you hate and demonize me THAT much, you won't read my blog even if your face was stapled to the screen. stop finding excuses and go away.
talk about giving oneself a kick in the bloody ass for no reason, eh?
we all hurt so DEAL with it without resorting to immature threats. again, read the previous post. i bitch because i'm pissed and i move along. keyword: move along. leave me the fuck alone. kthxbye.
on a lighter and cheerier note, nico and i went to craft center to make our very own batik (translation: er, see images below) sheets! surprisingly, i didn't get us lost while walking from the hotel to the craft center lol xD
hey, i still don't know where jalan imbi or jalan ampang is ok? :p
upon arriving at the magnificent, traditional malay-styled building, we made our way down to one of the small crafting huts to look for the d.i.y batik hut. fortunately for us (i.e. me :p), it was strategically placed right by the stairs xD
so we picked out the pictures we wanted to trace and paint. yes, i'm no picasso so i opted for a previously printed sktech of orchids to be my template xD nico got a family of frogs ;p
so after tracing the picture onto the silk cloth, we had to retrace the pencil marks with wax. i actually had much fun doing it despite having a terribly unsteady hand and botched my tracings a few times :P
you'd think that every malaysian kid who went through form 3 art class would've done the batik but NOOOOOO, my form 3 experience was robbed away from me because our instructor decided just not to do it.
he even made us get the canting (translation: tool to apply liquid wax) too at the beginning of the year! i want my canting refund back you dirty liars.
nico chickened out after the first two lines of wax! lol and had the nice lady working there trace it for him xD
i am extremely PROUD to say that my watercoloring skills has not improved one bit since i was 12. i'm still as graceful with the paintbrush as i am running around with my shoelaces tied tightly together xD
i liked nico's batik piece :D
it reminded me of a stained-glass window. so colorful! :D
TA-DAH! sneak peek at nico working diligently at his masterpiece! :D
and the end results:
standing tall and proud: grace from the ashes of evil and torment? (honestly, i just fucked up the background but i thought it was rather symbolic)
can you spot the pretty golden duckie?
since my previous post was devoid of any pictures from nico because of his illogical rationalization as to WHY he doesn't want to be in pictures, here is one of him chilling out in a booth by the craft center:
eisen was right. SHY AS FUCK <3
with the batik in tow, we started back towards the hotel to grab lunch. today's menu: indian food ^^;
well it wasn't really indian. i was still a little scared to let nico try the banana leaf rice because panda once mentioned his internals organs turned mush eating it after arriving home for a mere two days :p
nan (white bread thingie) and tandoori (the spiced chicken) ^^;
maggi mee goreng. spicy. ehm!
yes, it's all spicy kek :p
but he survived! *cheer* :D
after lunch, i've never felt sooooo good walking into a hotel lobby :p i was greeted by a blast of cold air as the glass doors slid open to save us from the sun xD mmm.
after being jinxed by the rain yesterday, we stayed indoors for abit... and i bugged nico to teach me french :/ the only thing i can really do now is count from one to three LOL i hate you number four. i fail :x
sorry, my "rrrr"s aren't as sexy as his to cut it ;(
oh oh, and we played a silly game of make-neko-look-up-the-dictionary. nico would say a sentence, and i'd try to look up the meaning. consdering that none of the damn words are spelt the way they sound it was a BIG fat PAIN in the bloody ass.
sigh, nico 1 neko 0 -_-
btw, GUESS WHO had satay for dinner!
yep :D
to top this all off, we dashed to bestari at sri hartamas to meet up with a few of the gang and have a nice, cosy mamak session.
i must've left a few of my braincells in the taxi while sitting in the jam by souled out because i'm such a dumbass. i called for teh tarik ais (translation: iced "pulled" tea) instead of teh ais. yeah, don't ask lol
as the crowd gathered, we introduced nico to the roti tisu:
eating this will be a pain in the ass? :p
it's basically just uhm, dough stretched really thin xD it's buttery and the insides are sprinkled with coarse sugar xD yum yum :D it was a good roti tisu and lasted awhile before we tore into it and watched it topple lol
it's 4am and nico is going to give me his puppy eye look again if i'm late. STRESS.
i think i'm going to go collapse now xD
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