Pudu Jail

Pudu Jail lies in the middle of the city, which seems rather odd until you realise, the building was erected years before its surrounding became a commercial area. Some people see Pudu Jail as a potential heritage site whilst others presumably the ones who have had relatives  residing there may feel quite the opposite.I haven't given it much thought. My father, who was bred in KL, insisted we take some pictures before the walls are torn down. And this we did last Sunday afternoon, together with quite a few other people who had similar plans for the afternoon. Despite coming away with more than 30 shots of the building, I can't say I'll be sorry once it's torn down.

The picture was taken with the G10 canon, in black and white mode. Viewed from the little lane off Jalan Hang Tuah and it shows Berjaya Times Square looming in the background.

Hiatus from reading..oh NO!

Firstly I would like to start by saying the week past and the weekend included have been tiring but enjoyable. Now if I could turn back time I would choose instead to be just that bit more disciplined and get some violin practice squeezed in daily. Current reading material and indeed for the weeks ahead will be non-fiction and centered firmly on music. My aim this evening ( or morning rather ) is to get acquainted with the Baroque period. circa 1580-1750 which lies between the late renaissance and the classical period. The main points of Baroque music are :( in no particular order) contrasting dynamics, little or no rubato( stolen time) and it has traditional tonal harmony.Oh boy...! So now I'm going to try and remember some of the composers;Bach, Handel, Scarletti,Couperin,Purcell. Okay time for bed. This has been exhausting!

Happy Father's Day 2010

We had a cake-cutting celeb this afternoon in honor of Father's day. I got him coffee, chocolates and some sugarless sweets which I'm pretty sure would have the usual bitter after-taste. Picture of of how my dad cut the cake. He left the knife midway to go fix the camera for our family shot together. On a totally different topic, the taps in the kitchen and bathroom now turn the opposite way of ordinary. Thanks to being fixed by a left-handed daddy. Happy Father's Day Daddy and may God Bless you always.

ambitions...

I wanted to be an author. I wrote my first chapter of Chalet School series but the characters got very boring. They in fact refused to participate in any of my words leading to a sorry end to what could have been a deliciously successful ambition. A bit late now to ressurrect the burning desire to write. I think I do much better from the reading part of the deal. I'm currently re-reading an old Miss Read book and enjoying it better the second time around. This is a mark of a good author.

Twas another sunny Saturday

ANother brilliant sunny Saturday for us this morning. Violin class went well so there's more than the usual feeling of euphoria of having survived another class without giving the teacher an elevated sustained blood pressure problem. Picture is of the small table beside my bed. The donkey's head nods when you tap it. Which is pretty unnerving to wake up to if you're had the bad luck of tapping the head rather that the alarm clock.

The pathophysiology of mood disorders

Don't worry. I shan't quote the journal of psychosomatic research ( from which I have have just navigated away from) I am not going into the signalling networks, the G proteins, nor will I even attempt to elaborate on cellular resiliency. ( Bleah) I shall instead dwell on my current mood which is that of regret having been moody towards the end of the working week. Precipitating factor being just plain ole crabbiness.

Buy more

I own 4 books out of the whole lot seen in the picture. Chic lit section in Kinokuniya KLCC:)

One evening....

Last weekend a group of friends and I met up for dinner. This itself made the meal a special one. We'd not met together for some time. One out of the 4 opted for Korean and we ended up at the food court in one of the shopping centers in KL. Before I go further, some background on my eating habits and my love for doing and eating similar things like clockwork. I have this habit ( which I'm sure many others do but don't confess to ) of eating the same dish repeatedly. And this disease is extended to wanting to eat that same dish repeatedly for months. WE arrived hungry but had to wait for the other 2 to arrive. So to speed things up, the friend and I decided we would check the menu out. ( I of course already knew what I wanted from ANY korean place...BIBIMBAP) Pretty exciting stuff, cos I hadn't gone to this food court for months...perhaps even nearly one year. We arrived. And the lady whose stall it is, exclaimed in glee when she saw me approaching " LONG time no see" accompanied by a huge smile and hand gestures. I got a little freaked out. She remembers me? This wasn't all, when we eventually ordered, she gave us a free dish to sample. ( pictured above) Wasn't that sweet of her?

Sunny weekend

It is true. You need sunlight in doses which have never been defined scientifically but having adequate amount leaves you happy. The weekend was sunny both in weather and mood.

He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

This is a lovely romantic poem. It starts of describing this lovely piece of cloth which is embroided with gold and silver. As you read on, you see the description changing to the colours of the sky. The different shades of blue ranging from darkest night to light and in between. This is Yeats describing the heavens. The next few sentences in the poem then becomes significant. This person has already put his dreams and given his best to his sweetheart. He doesn't exaggerate ( like some of us ) and say we give you the heavens and the earth as a declaration of love. This is a simple statement but it means so much. I have given you my dreams :)

I haven't turned soppy. I just like the poem and I feel slightly art farty this Saturday morning. Now back to reality..ie back to boring chores. Have a good weekend. I shall upload some pictures later.

Interesting labels found over the weekend.

The one of special interest is the Swedish biscuit named Anna:)  Am hoping she sees this and comments. Questions to ask. Is this a common biscuit in Sweden?

Books bought over the weekend

I've reverted to the bad habit of reading more than one book at a time. And THIS is the result of a slight lapse in will-power. Very different authors with distinct styles. And each author is new to me. ( except maybe Sparks but for the life of me I cannot remember whether I've read any of her books before) Dig in and let the fun begin