View from 60th floor KOMTAR 2.4.2013
Its been awhile since the last post. Perhaps taken too much time to think over stuff, but some things only becomes clearer over time. After a long day at work, went for the famous Ayer Itam Duck Rice, the crowd was slowly building as we finish our late night supper, pork rice and marinated eggs. yum . As we walk out of the food court, there was a lonely motorbike, selling grill snacks, known as ‘BAK KUA ROTI’, still hungry, we ordered one ‘bak kua roti’ and ‘ham roti’. While waiting, curiously ask the uncle on what days does he rest and till what time he does his business, in a friendly tone, he briefly said that he sometimes sell till 3 or 4 am, sometime he packs up at half past two. As we speak, he mentioned about friends in common who works for the newspaper; some he knew since long time ago, when they were still fresh journalist, sort of hinting that uncle use to be in that area of work. Some of his friends are now in high ranking positions in the press. We ask if he himself was a journalist, he said he use to be involve in a small way, but have choose another carrier path. Seeing his cheerful smile, reminds us that, sometimes this little characters around us, that don’t seem too important at times, but humbly doing what they choose better to do, and being there all the time is what makes life, life. Its not always about the most famous people or things, but the little ones that holds life’s puzzle together.
It has really been awhile since we last posted anything interesting here. A new year, time for new beginnings and new adventures. Over the past year, we have been busy running a cafe in the heart of George Town, talking about a change of perspective, running a cafe is no PIKNIK by the beach.
Million of things have changed, big and small, We wish we had more time to share these stories, but eventually taken comfort in the pillows of Facebook & Instagram. Starting this year, we will have a few new members, can’t wait to get some good stuff up here, other than that, do drop us a note if ya have anything you wish to share with us, and here we kick start the first post of 2o13!
Armenian Street wall’s painting has tapped deep into the minds of Penangites and visitors, provoking a fascinating and creative response. People take pictures of themselves chasing the children down the road, some go for a ride together, and some add captions about their childhood memories. There is no fixed meaning; the artwork is open for interpretations, recreations and narratives. This is street art at its best, when it stops being an individual painting and becomes part of the public imagination.