Sitting in a cosy place in the terrace under the roof, smelling fresh rain, listening for tunes of 'Wonderful World' but not by Luis Armstrong, though it is really good.
No hurry. The place is emply only a guy working on his Apple, two turists, tired after their trips around Malaysia, now enjoying rainy afternoon in KL. Most likely it is their last day in KL, so no rush, just have nice lunch, one or two lattes and set off for packing all the souvenirs. I wonder where are they from, they look like German, pitty I cannot hear them speak.
Marbels in all colors and shapes stringed hanging next to me I can hear them tingle when the wind blows. A friend reading some local stories. Not reading loud. I like listening when somebody reads stories out loud.
Im thinking of having a dark chocolate cake, or maybe carrot cake and another cup of tea.
No hurry at all.
Yes, I will have sweet cake to remember the lips that kissed me the night before.
Besiruošiant kelionei į Malaiziją neradau jokios informacijos apie ten esančius lietuvius, o kadangi ambasados čia nėra, tai nėra ir oficialios bendruomenės. Atvykus čia tikėtai ir netikėtai susitikom keletas lietuvaičių, susioranizavom Velykų šventimą, ir nusprendėm, kad palaikyti lietuvišką raštmeną butų neblogai. Taigi ėmiausi iniciatyvos ir sukūriau virtualią komunikacijos terpę Google Group'są pavadinimu Lietuviai Malaizijoje. Visi neatrasti lietuviai kurie esate Malaizijoje ar planuojate čia užsibūti, prašom nepasididžiuoti ir prisiregsitruoti.
Tikiuosi, kad tai bus pirmas žinsgnis įkuriant Lietuvių bendruomenę Kuala Lumpure!
Today we were playing a game with my friend. The game is very simple. Once you get in the train try to spot straight guy........ or the guy who would look more like straight guy.....
That's the essential question, are there nice straight guys in KL?
*with all my tolerance & attempt to find a nice guy
Today Lithuania is celebrating Milennium. 1000 years since first time Lithuania's name was mentioned in written sources.
The first reference to the name of Lithuania in written sources comes to us in the story related to the tragic end of St. Bruno’s mission in1009 as described in the annals of Quedlinburg, Germany (Annales Quedlinburgenses). The text written in the 11th century failed to survive and its copy made in the middle of the 16th century is kept in Dresden, Germany. 'St. Brunon, alias Bonifacius, archbishop and monk was killed by the pagans together with 18 of his brethren on the Russian –Lithuanian border on the eleventh year of his conversion and on the 9th of March ascended into the heaven.'
We celebrate this day on our national day when our one and only king Mindaugas was crowned in 1253, July 6th! All Lithuanians are celebrating this day all over the world by singing our national song!
Afterall even Google celebrates it!
Happy 1000 years, my country! Proud to be Lithuanian!
It takes some time to get to know each other, flipping first few pages, touching the cover and following with your fingertips the name, going through the acknowledgements and critics reviews, reading the introduction and first few chapters till you hook up and you cannot get enough. You know you cannot get enough of it when few pages before you fall asleep is not enough, just as a kiss for goodbye at your doorstep. You spend your evening in bed with Book, you spend your Sunday afternoon in the balcony with cup of coffee and the Book. You get so much involved, it makes you laugh and makes you cry. At the End you close the last page and either you share a tear over a story or you close the last page with a smile on your face remembering all the good moments and admiring how amazing it was.
Books are like a relationship, you need some time to get over with it till you roll in another one. Be faithful to your book. If it was a really good book it deserves some time to get over.
I made a mistake.
I had a relationship for over 3 months with my book. It was a very slow going at the beginning because I would not invest enough of time, there was lack of interest from both sides, but one day it happened, it just happened, the sparkles appeared and there I was spending every free moment with my book, carrying it with me whenever I would go, I would have long evenings at my balcony with the fresh breeze, and lazy weekend afternoon in a cafe. We had a really good time, there were few moments when tears were in my eyes, but we split as two responsible reasonable people would do, flipping the last page, and hazing at each other with the admiration for a while, thanking for a good time we spent together and then finally saying goodbye. My relationship with 'The Kite Runner' was over.
However, I make a mistake. The very same day I accidentally found myself in the book shop going through the shelves and trying to find something that would be my type. It took me some time, because I feel that I am over with P.Coelho, J.Brown and H.Murakami... So I need something new, something that I never experienced before. Here it was, a selection of Malaysian short stories. I thought for myself that this is a good time to have a taste of local literature. There I was happily sitting on my couch, getting in a very new and fresh relationship with another Book, but then I realised, I cannot read it now, because I still think of my ex-Book, of all the things that happened then and there, but not here and now. I managed to go though the first story [yes, that's the word, go through, but not read] but that was it for that day.
Few days passed and new book is in my hands again, I feel ready for a new relationship.
Surprisingly Kuala Lumpur is full of art galleries all over the city. All you need is to know when and where an opening is happening and off you go! The first exhibition I went to was Toy Box by Olan Ventura, artist from The Philippines whose art work is representation of Plastic Realism. He pictures the heroes of our childhood who seemed that can save the world and fight the danger that we can even dream in our darkest dreams. Here those heroes are just plastic figures taken out of the fiction and placed on the canvas, they are not mystified or glorified, just simple plastic toy figures. And I think of the person who would like to have one of those paintings in his living room. 'Whatever references lay beneath or on the surface of Olan Venturas TOY BOX works, the resulting artifacts remain a testament to both the power of the imaginary and real. It demands the sensitivity of the viewer to see beyond the legend behind each figure, as ironic, heroic examples of our moral aspirations, to a reality that perhaps reflects the fallacy of such notions.' This is what Antonio Luz says about work of O.Ventura.
Another exhibitions was by young local artist Nizam Abdullah. Threesixfive ME. That's the name of the exhibition. It took some time to get the idea behind all of the paintings, but we were pretty smart to figure it out all by ourselves, before reading the introduction to the art work.
Observation no 1: all paintings had the same face Assumption no 1: that might be the artist And we met the guy who looks just like the one in all paintings, that's how our assumption became a fact. All those works are his auto-portraits.
Observation no 2: there are many copied A4 papers with different face of the artist on the wall that follows some pattern. Assumption no 2: that might be a calendar, one portrait for a day. And once again when we repeated the name of the exhibition 'Threesixfive ME', it hit us, this is a 365 days in a year and these are the portraits of each day of the calendar. After that we read this in the introduction booklet [Simon Soon] 'In a more ambitious Xeroxed drawings installations 'Same Shit Different Day, Different Day Same Shit', the ennui is further magnified, channelling the working artist's repetitive grind and he undergoes the boredom of day to day living, seeking for meaning in his existence. Displayed in a calendrical format on the wall, the 365 pieces cohere as a visual diary illustrating the frustrating attempt at transcending the current existence.'
The usual opening words was followed by unusual opening performance. Nizam, the painter, he performed an act of shaving his beard in front of all the visitors. I was sure he is going to cut his long hair and shave the head as well, and I was anxious to see it, but to my disappointment it was too much for him to step out of his comfort zone by shaving his beard. [This is what he said]
After few days I went for another exhibition opening where they were displaying 5 artists works and one of them were again Nizam Abdullah. This guy has his style, his style is himself. These portraits were under the concept 'inner me' and literally they were displaying under-skin artist body.
On and off we go for exhibitions to explore local artist works. These are few examples. Most of the exhibitions gifts with nice art and some only with interesting people. Overall in all cases it's a good time.
