The Class-ified

tjanting tools

batiks and batik stamps

Guess I have never really talked about what I really do in real life... I always swear to the maximum on work and people around me. I curse to the infinity towards people who cross my path unknowingly and provoked me to flare up. Most of my post are tagged as 'rants' and 'more rants'. I suppose maybe it's time I do something to promote this noble work of mine :)

I sell batik. Ya know, those fabrics that most westerner think are sooo exotic, and we young local Asian try to avoid thinking that batik just ain't vogue enough unless you work for the government and that leaves you with not much choice but to drape yourself in those gaudy printed fabric..yada yada..

And so, as I was a saying, I sell batik.. I am not a promoter stuck in a boutique with no aspiration.. I just hppen to sell stuff which are rare.. how often do you get to strike up conversation like this :

Long time no see friend : Oh so, what do u do?

Me : ahh... i do batik.. as in i sell batik, i make batik and
all that is related..

Long time no see friend : Ooohh!!.. ahhh... (dunno what to say
but need to churn something out).. as in the batik?? That's very interesting. I
have a lot of those malay friends who like batik yada yada... So u are a
designer?? Where are u based in?

Me : here and there... :)

Seriously.. I do think that batik is another form is interesting products that one can market besides selling false dental wares ( i think they have a better term to describe it), selling Viagra ( a cousin is doin this), selling virtual office ( which I get spammed often)... and I am sure there are many other stuff in the market that does not cross yoor mind.. that big corporations actually hire professional excutives to market and sell their products..

If you are not out in the market often, you would have a notion that people like us are stuck in a 300 sq feet boutique tucked in most probably some Imbi Plaza or rich enough to be in KLCC, maybe.

No, I am not a SALES PROMOTER. I just happen to be in a trade that sells things out of your league and we have better forms of approach to do it than just have all staff sitting in that 300 square feet enclosure to wait for you to come and buy a piece of batik :)

I can go on and on about this.. but the post is supposed to be about the batik classes which we had, and not about the common misconception of the public when I mentioned what I do.. so I shall rant about that another time..

Tamarind Springs- setting up

Yeah, when you feel that it is kinda interesting to introduce the charm of Malaysia to foreign investors, foreign business associates or any foreign counterparts, do not attempt to bring them to Kampung Melayu Subang :D

What is best to introduce to your amazing foreign counterparts besides the interesting delicacies in Malaysia .. but batik?? again, I could have go on with my rants on the origination of batik in actual... but that will never make me get to the actual contents..

And so, yes, we conduct batik lesson too.. aprt from the attempt to sell some batik to you.. :)

comes with slide preso for those of u who dun get to visualise what we are trying to reach out to you

comes with background setting up also just to spruce up the environment for your pleasure

a lesson is not a lesson if you don't get what we say. so it comes with actual batik for your sensory



unless you understand what is the core of subject, there is no way you can draw up a piece with much pleasure, so listen up..


once we are done creating awarenes and lifting your interest, you may begin

put your creativity to work

you will be made to stand up as this is how we endure when we draw you a piece of your dress for a day :)

batik is all about colors!

regardless of gender, its a matter of perseverance and patience to finish up your piece of work

a sanctity of pleasure knowing you can do it too :)

now u know besides your daily office routine, u may have some flair in arts!

And so this is part of what I do.. The next time you are out of ideas when being elected the recreational manager of your association, your team or your company, let us plan you a session of batik :)

Grow, Growing, Growth

Grew, Grow, Growing, Grown ....
Yeah, it came across my mind today as I was driving over some highway..
Passing thru the particular toll booth, to get over to another segment of another highway, cutting across some boundary of an area, just to go to the neighbouring area, which is near but are made way apart in time due to massive congestion of vehicles...
It made me felt like a massive GPS system plotting the strategic move to steer and make my way to the destination. Made me felt like some kinda organic plant, scheming my way to get some ray of light to get the photosynthesis rolling..
But all in all, it made me felt a great sense of growth...be it emotionally, technically and logically :)

When I was in Standard One, I spelt cucumber as ju-jum-ber. Then I was given a picture of a boy and I don't get it why they said it's wrong to label the boy's hand as a knee. Then some male pervert got into the school toilet and I was shown some orgy picture of a western woman blowing a part of something which I think I may have seen somewhere but couldn't recollect where. I do not know what was the purpose of the Indian man who showed me and another girl the picture of the orgy. It did not create any sensation to us. I got bored and get back to class and told the teacher some anneh showed us some picture of a woman. Teacher got so shocked and she stormed out of the class with a cane. I don't get it.

When I was in Standard Two and Three .... I have no recollection of what have occured during these period ... hmm... I only know life is to be lived by looking forward to evenings of watching Thundercats and eating whatever mom threw on the table.

When I was in Standard Four, I just don't get the wonders of multiplication and why each one have to stand up and memorise the multiplication chart.

When I was in Standard Five, I felt horrified to take the public transport fearing I may get lost or sexually harassed. I also didn't have any recollection of what occured in class. It felt like some passing moments. Life seems aimless. School seems like some playground of no purpose, except to be fostered the joy to celebrate Teachers' Day and Childrens' Day. Eventually, I was thrown out of the best class in school to the second best class. But I still don't get it.

When I was in Standard Six, I still don't get it why the teachers are still forcing us to memorise the multiplication chart.. But this time I can do it. Tho I can't figure how come I managed to do it.
And suddenly I was the top student in that class which the first class people quietly acknowledge as second grade class. I was the top in class for all terms and I got to go up the stage to get some book awards. But I still don't get it. As in every year, life in school is just life where each one look forward to celebrate Teachers' Day and Children's Day.

It never occured to me that there is a purpose to life. I do not even know that the world is round. All I know is that we live in a giant's belly. When it rains, it means that the giant just drank some water. I took me quite a while to figure why there is thunder and why sometimes the weather is hot..I never did figured out. It also took me a lot of effort to think that we are the blood particles in that giant's body.

Today, I felt that I have accomplished soooo much.. Nope.. accomplish is not the word.. Let me rephrase :- I have gone through soo much.. yah.
Today, I am proud that I managed to figure a route out to avoid the jam. I felt that being able to drive myself out of the jam is an action derived from a lil bit of sensory skills (which I seldom used unless required). I felt good to be over the highway while the rest are stuck in the traffic.I felt that it's a wise choice made.
It's nothing to brag about actually. But it's the progress one made thru life that made me tinker.. That we grew from that feotal particle and am now a whooping big giant with brain, who lead a life with purpose and a little bit of sense to survive in this insane world human-dom.
It is also about being grateful to ownself for being who I am and not ending up being some school drop out who have no idea what to do with ownself but to accesorise ownself with blonde streaks, fishnet stockings and fake nails.. and still jobless.. Nope, aint looking down at you people.. just merely grateful I chose a different path.. and merely realising I am all grown up and gone thru a lot in life..
Suddenly there seems to be some ray of hope to an even better path ahead :)
Maybe in another 5 years time I will again be triggered to remisnice and be enlightened by an action of mine.. ahhh.. growing years..
In the meantime, think its better for me to sort out how to refrain my tummy to keep growing bigger from snacks... darn... :(

And I shall not pay tax because

you cow- dung- blue- uniform- t-shirt -with- half- a- star -pin- on -your -shoulder officer are delaying my precious travelling time by making the most strategic move to have a road block during lunch hour just to grab hold of some darn frak-tard motorcyclist who may look like some Indonesian chap or resemble your junk-addict brother just so you can scam some money out of these junkard spesies !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously.... why can't u blu collar officer think wiser??? All because you people have got nothing much to do to impress the new minister, u gotta go create a bottleneck in the main road of Jalan Kepong / Jalan Kuching just so u can stop some poor looking motobikes whose driver may have forgotten to renew their RM30 license???

WHY THE FRAK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And that's why I keep telling you people why I won't be paying for tax. Again. This year. After last year.

Thank you very much.

That Yearly Concert

And the theme for 2009 is Aradhana - Offering to Gurus and God, not God and Gurus. Yes, aparently gurus tops the reign before God can come in.
I don't really get insistence that Gurus MUST come before God, but it seems that, that is the fact that the Indian classical dancers have to acknowledge..

And so we have our concert for the year on 4/4/09. Not really OUR concert literally.. just affiliated to it being a student :) and doin some assigned duty for the day..
Turn out seems great.. not bad for a first time academy concert.. We had the most glittering narrator, Madhavi who is at her old-gold age but young, sweet-sweet charm :P

The kids doing their statue pose at the backdrop

drive no evil, touch no evil, drive no evil

swooosh.... all nemos to the right!!

merry go round
kids' section again
Hang Tuah 5 sekawan go macha-hunting by the river :D

ahem- guys dancing together-gether :)

Parveen-the-great

booty!!

Indian classical dance is as erotic as any of those latin dance, in case none of u are aware of that.. It's not just all about batting your eye lids like a camel and moving your head in a circular motion as if it's gonna come off after the 6th turning. Took me a lot of effort to separate my rib cage from my pelvic movement to achieve the tribanghi position.. sad to say... i still am not good yet :(

Since my involvement in the show is quite minimal, there is nothing much that I can boast and not let people suspect that I am clueless about what happened in such show. The usual... it's an indian classical dance, hence is only appropriate that 95% attendees are Indians :) 0.2% mat sallehs, 2% chinese and another 2% consisting of miscellanous. The remaining 0.8% ?? Empty seats ler... :D Not bad for a first show of a new academy. In fact don't think I've seen any Malays

In occasions where Indian ladies are required to attend events where sarees are part of the formal attire.. what can u expect?? It's the battle of the pallu!!! It's always about the most glamourous saree one can don. The more vibrant and eye-catching the better.. It must serve as an attention-grabber. Else donning a saree serves no purpose.. Must catch the glimpse of all the machas around!!! In this case, I failed big time ..

gloomy saree

see?? everyone wants to parade their saree and pallu!!!