After more than a month in KL trying (and failing) to change the ruling regime, we are finally back in Port Dickson. We found:
1. Animals had made themselves at home behind the art.
2. Someone had magically cleared up that massive fallen nangka tree!!! (Turns out it was our dear gardener who dropped by while we were away)
3. The mint has flourished beyond my wildest hopes.
4. Faded propaganda lying on our front porch.
We got home from an extended KL stay to find half of our nangka tree fallen in the yard. Aiya! Headache la, headache!
Caught the morning glory in bloom, just as I was leaving to go to KL to do the #WEEDS/RUMPAI show.
Dear, dear house. We will be back soon.
THIS IS HAPPENING
Greetings, my dear people.
So much has been happening. And all of it leading to this:
I’m trying to sound calm. It is taking a huge-ass effort not to end every sentence in exclamation marks.
I’ll just bunch all of them up together here, so this post doesn’t irritate the shit out of you: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG **SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
It’s been a stretch of no sleep, caffeine-fueled madness paint paint paint draw draw email email email text text text for days and days, I can’t remember how long.
I’m going to have to figure out how to make art and tell you about it while it is actually happening. Everything got fucking compressed this time around.
Starting backwards:
I found the perfect space to show the works and have a party in.
I took over my parents’ house from top to bottom and finished the paintings.
They went on sale online. Look: weeds.sharonchin.com
We sent out the invites. Did you get the email? Please please EMAIL ME (mail AT sharonchin DOT com) if you want to get on the mailing list, it’s the place I update first out of all the hoo-ha internet outposts.
The works sold out in two days. **Insert great joy and relief here**
And now…
I’m doing all the stressful, tiring, exciting things to prepare for the show and party on 10 March. One night only, like the circus. Come.
This is my one rule for parties: people should come and feel fine being themselves. The extroverts can rock out, the introverts can sit down and read a book/be happy in their thoughts/have intense one-on-one conversations. You can be cool, you can be nerdy, you can be moody, you can be angry. You can be… WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT.
A million and one details.
How do I hang the works?
Will there be enough fans? (If you’re coming, wear light casual clothes. Merdekarya can get a bit warm)
Finding enough fucking plastic spoons for the amazing food that my chef brother, Darren Chin is making for the day.
Bringing artworks as gifts for the people who are performing at the open mic.
But most importantly…
WHAT DO I WEAR?????
Won’t be shaving. No time.
I love you guys. See you there!
PS. There will be dancing
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Our favorite coffee shop in Port Dickson is Eating Point.
Here Eating Point auntie-boss is holding up beautiful lanterns hand-crafted by her brother, who she tell us, is very creative. So nice, hor? In person they’re even lovelier. Very elegantly made.
Gong Hei Fatt Choy from us at Lot1699!
Texture study of Lot1699 by Ronnie Khoo.
He and Yuri Wong were on a bike trip to Malacca last weekend; they stayed the night. As a rule, our visitors are better photographers than ourselves, as evidenced in this rather unflattering image of the velocipede-ing gentlemen with Bottle Pingu:
Best capsule toy vending machine in the whole world, right here in Port Dickson.
I so badly wanted the lucky poop, but I got a farting toilet bowl instead. Such is fate.
It is my mission this year to get all the lucky poop.
Also, observe the little warning sign there on the bottom right corner. NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN UNDER 15.
I have been clutching my head over my computer the last few days, trying to write a blog.
Yesterday I found someone (it could only really be one person) had colonized my keyboard with our dead cats.
In spite of that, I finally finished the blog. Read it here!
We don’t go to P.D.’s wet market enough, even though you can get one of the best roti canai in the world (the WORLD, mutherfucker!) there.
All the stalls have their original hand-painted signs. The one at the chicken section says AYAM and has a cute chicken on it.
We should go to the market more, instead of the supermarket.
Oh wow. This is why the internet is amazing.
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