Coronation Day

Gosh, I just realised how long it’s been since the last time I blogged.

A lot of things have been happening since my last post. I’m still contemplating on whether I should talk about it here, coz it’s got a lot to do with work and I don’t feel like reminding myself how stressed out I was. Maybe I will anyway, perhaps while I’m on a good vacation or something.

That reminds me. I still need to take a compulsory 5-day leave for this year or the company will take firm action for non-compliance. Weird, but I have to admit that it’s one of the company policies, amongst other few, which I am more than happy to comply. :P

But when?

I woke up with a bad stomach this morning. Serve me right though coz for some reason, all I did on Coronation Day yesterday, was eat!

My nephew and nieces were still living at our house even though my sister and her husband had come back from Umrah. I guess they needed some time to unwind after all the travelling. Not that I did not prefer them over at the house, just that I’m so used to the minimal crowd at home: mom, dad, myself and the housekeeper (all four sisters moved out since they got married) and the soothing sound of flowing water orchestrated by the waterfall in our rock-garden/fish-pond (since 1988), endearingly creating a relaxed and tranquil environment. Besides, being a Piscean and all... it's just what I am. :P

The pond guy came by. Another round of torture for the fish?

Poor souls.

Grins.

I felt like cooking so I went to the market and got some meat, veg and sundries. The city council had just renovated the wet market behind our house so I thought I’d check it out. Other than the new flooring and stall configuration, it still looked the same. A wet market will always be wet and puddly I suppose – but what about Harrod’s Food Hall?! Haha

Anyway, I managed to cook Rendang Ayam and Grilled Squids, with the help of my Sous-Chef Marni (or the housekeeper heheheh).

After that, I ruffled through my DVD collection and found Mukhsin, a movie by Yasmin Ahmad I bought because my cousin said it was funny – especially the part when Orkid’s mom pretended to cane her in the room after a bully’s mom went to the house to tell her that Orkid had thrown her son's school bag out of the school bus window, depicted at the start of the movie.

She was right.

I went out to get some more acrylics and canvas. Decided to start on a new piece after finalising the last one (will post a picture of it here soon). One of my nephews who's too young and oblivious about abstract art, watched impatiently while I scraped the interjecting mix of primary colours with emulsion to fuse them together. I bet he's thinking,

"WTF? That looks like a dab of shit on a loo roll!".

But I'm sure he's no better other than the typical school art painting of a house with a door and 2 square windows, people with ridiculously high hairline, a mono-green tree, a square car (probably an inspiration from the 1986 Proton Saga) and a sun that looked more like a 2-dimensional view of a yellow rambutan than anything else.

But then again, I'm sure everyone did the same. However, I don't remember doing the same.

Grins.

:P

Daulat Tuanku.