Sadly, I will never get to experience that in Malaysia. Sigh.
Anyway, I have been unable to blog because I had no internet connection for a week. And the problem turned out to be the router. Barely a year old, and the router has broken down. Sheesh. At least, it is still under warranty.
So first of, Merry Christmas and a joyous New Year to all! May peace be your Christmas and your blessing all year through!
I will be honest and say that I am indeed a very inefficient person. So to all my dear dear friends, do expect to receive very VEry VERY late X'mas gifts. My sincere apologies.
I'll be going to Penang this Wednesday with Sean & Tiffany, and then we'll be taking the ferry to Langkawi the next morning. The 'others' will meet up with us on Thursday morning. Sean, Tiffany and I are leaving a day earlier to get the ferry tickets first.
I will be back before New Year's eve. So till then, cheers y'all!
I awoke at about 10 in the morning and buzzed Calvin to see if he was awake. A missed call and no reply to my sms were indication that he hadn't woken up. And just as the thought of not going to the concert began to creep up in my head, my phone sounded. 1 message received. A good sign, perhaps. Unfortunately the message was from Zong (Harvey) saying that he will not be joining us. Ah well...he was never a fan of MCR so there was no real lost for him.
Anyway, it was about 11am before Calvin finally messaged announcing his "wake-up". As we had not bought our tickets yet, I suggested we head down to Stadium Merdeka by 1pm; and so we did. We arrived at the stadium clad in black and made our way to the ticket booth. We both stood there staring at the ticket chart until we were both covered in a thick layer of dust, and yet, we still could not make up our minds. Or rather, I couldn't make up my mind. So I decided to check out the stadium by peering through the gates and was surprised to see that the stadium actually looked quite small. With that in mind, we settled for the RM103 tickets (Green Zone). But as a Celcom user (my parents both are), I got 30% off 2 tickets. So we only needed to pay RM73. Sweet, eh?
Having spent quite an amount of energy buying the tickets, we had almost forgotten about our stomachs that had been growling for a long period.
So we WALKED down to Petaling Street which was a 10-MINUTE-WALK away. Swt. Tiring, I swear! Bleh. I'm just not a fan of walking. We grabbed our lunch at McDonald's. I was constantly checking on the time as I wanted to hurry back to start lining up. With my impatience getting on Calvin's nerves, we finally headed back to the stadium. It was already 4pm then. I wanted to make sure I left with a souvenir, so I bought a T-shirt for RM30. From the price I am sure you can tell that I did not purchase the original merchandise. It was just too unreasonable to spend RM80 on a tee. We headed back to the car one last time to dump all unnecessary things in the car and got ready to queue up by 4:30pm. Calvin suddenly had an urge to use the men's, so off he went scouting for a toilet. He came back 10 minutes later, still with a full bladder as he could not locate a toilet anywhere, but instead, he bumped into his friends who had bought tickets of the same zone as us, so they joined us in line. There weren't many people yet but the crowd started to pour in by 5pm. A concern was also hovering above us as black clouds started to paint the sky. Nonetheless, we patiently stood in line and waited for the gates to open up at 6:30pm. However, as expected, it started to drizzle but it did little to dampen our spirits. I, for one, was pumped! Soon enough, my watch hands read 6:30pm and the gates were open! The moment I stepped foot into the stadium, I rushed to the best seats and beat everyone to it. I was in all my glory and started to feel that the RM73 I had paid was an insignificant amount for an experience I know will become a memory I will cherish for a long time to come.
One Buck Short kicked off the opening acts which was then followed by Pop Shuvit. Nyeh. Nothing to shout about. Sorry la, but I really don't know how to appreciate our local music. How can bands like One Buck Short ever compare to MCR??!!
It was 7pm already and the stadium had yet to fill up. I was starting to worry that the response had not been good, but I was thankfully proved wrong. Anyway, Pop Shuvit wrapped up by 7:30pm; and then, the waiting game began.
As I had successfully snuck my camera in, we cam whored to kill time.
45 minutes later, my watch showed 8:15pm, but still no sign of MCR! The crowd were becoming restless and soon chants of 'M-C-R' began to echo throughout the stadium. Fans were getting impatient with the long wait and turned rowdy, but still MCR showed no signs of appearing anytime soon. It wasn't until another 15 minutes later that the backdrop started to unveil.
With a loud bang and flash of bright lights, MCR burst onto stage! They wasted no time and dived straight into their opening number 'This Is How I Disappear'. The songs that followed soon after:
I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
Give 'Em Hell Kid
The Sharpest Lives
Welcome to the Black Parade
I Don't Love You
Playing 'I Don't Love You' immediately after 'Welcome To The Black Parade' was effing AWESOME!
House of Wolves
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
Famous Last Words
That's 17 songs they played in total! It was simply AMAZING! On top of that, Ray Toro had a guitar solo which was effing WICKED!
Ray Toro's Guitar Solo Part 1:
Ray Toro's Guitar Solo Part 2:
All in all, the performance and singing were abso-effing-lutely flawless! And Gerard was oh-so-effing-SEXY!
Mikey & Gerard Way (Picture courtesy of The Star newspaper)
After the concert, Calvin, Joanne, Pacita and I went to Damai in Ampang to chill out before retiring for the night.
9 December 2007 was definitely, without a doubt, the most exciting, most splendid night I had all year.
Last Saturday Densy, Nush and I went to Bangsar to shop.
But before that, we grabbed lunch at
in Bangsar Village and caught up with each others' lives.
On a random thought, the ice chocolate is yummy-licious.
And then on a random outburst, Nush suddenly had a break down on how unhappening she is, claiming how she doesn't go out as often as other people, or take enough 'picture-perfect' photos with friends, yadda yadda yadda. Yes, very random indeed.
Here's a picture-perfect photo to add to your collection la, Nush.
After lunch, Nush wanted to get her eyebrows threaded and dragged Densy and I along and insisted that we both get our eyebrows threaded as well.
Before threading Densy: It looks so painful.
Nush: It doesn't hurt AT ALL!
After threading Densy: That was soooo painful!
Ju: 2nd time around, and it still blardy hurts!
(Densy and I were both wiping our tears away.)
Nush: You two are such whiners!
Nyeh. Paid 5 bucks to get tortured. Swt.
We finally moved on to shopping. Climbing up and down to all the lil boutiques on the 1st floor was so tiring! (I was in heels that day so I'm allowed to complain.) We each bought a few stuff. Den & Nush chipped in to buy me a dress from Blook as my belated birthday present. THANK YOU hons! Love ya both!
After much walking and shopping, we finally headed home. An exhausting day, it really was, but it was nonetheless still great.
Tomorrow is MCR's concert which I'm planning on going though I've not even bought tickets yet. Well, I plan on getting them at the stadium. Stadium Merdeka, that is. That's where the concert is being held. So fingers crossed! Sounds crazily exciting, no? I am sooo pumped!
Anyway, I'm gonna turn in now. Got to save up on my energy now to march the Black Parade tomorrow. =)
p/s: Dear Santa, I just need 3 MCR concert tickets at 30% off.
Finally, my one-week job is over. And I leave relieved and RM350 richer. =) Sweet.
On a less sweet note, a robbery just happened outside my house at about 8.30pm. A snatch theft. My neighbour who lives 2 houses away had just reached home and was about to enter her house. As she was unlocking her gate, 2 men on a motorcyclist stopped in front of her car. One of them got down and pointed a knife at her, she freaked and threw her handbag at them in fear of getting hurt. They then sped off with her handbag. I think the Government should consider turning motorcycles into one-passenger vehicles only. It wouldn't rid of snatch thefts but it help might lesson the occurrence since it'll probably be harder without an accomplice.
Later at night, I went out with Cal & Zong to play Mah Jong at Zong's place. But we ended up playing Ginrammy. The next night (Wednesday night), I went over to Zong's place again to play Mah Jong with him and his granny. And his granny wanted to gamble, so we bet with 10 cents. Swt. Nonetheless, I was the big winner for the night and became RM0.60 richer. (Zong, you still owe me 10 cents.)
Thursday, Zong, Cal & I went to Midvalley & The Gardens. We wanted to catch Enchanted but the crowd in MV is just too good and our patience just could not stand the queue for the movies.
Friday, Cal & I were at Zong's place to play Sing Star (click to read all about it). Apparently it's not sold in Malaysia (maybe, not yet). It's a pretty awesome game. Just can't get enough of it.
That's all for updates.
p/s: I actually started this post on Tuesday but never got round to completing what I wanted to blog about on that day. Hence, a 4-day late publication but with additional updates.
'Hi. I'm calling from yadda yadda yadda. This is regarding an invitation to attend the launch of blablabla's new network performance application monitor...yadda yadda yadda...'
I say the same line to the hundreds of people I call.
So in one word, work is B-O-R-I-N-G.
What the hell is a network performance monitor man?! I read the bloody brochures they give me and I've still no clue how it 'maximises network growth and performance' or 'troubleshoots network issues'. Sheesh.
Unfortunately for me Tiff, there aren't any cute bois, just old uncles with fat bellies. *"Drools"* So nothing kinky la, which is probably why my job bores me to death. Furthermore, I dare not serve the net cause my friend who previously worked there said the company has a net tracker which is able to track from the sites you serve to the messages you sent via MSN messenger. So yeah.
But I suppose it's easy money, so I really shouldn't be complaining. But the job really is monotonous. And not to mention, my left ear heats up from the constant pressing of the telephone speakers against my ear. And I'm also forced to put up with rude bastards and bitches and the oh-so-gay telephone hold musics. AND, the air-con vent is just beneath where my cubicle is. Freezing, I tell you.
Well, there you go. That's my job. And that's ALL I do at work, the WHOLE day long.
Now I'm contemplating taking on a telemarketing/telesurveying job. My friend invited me to join her. The job however lasts for a month! Heck, I'm barely making it through the day with my current job, do you think I'll survive a month of WORKING?!
I was just admiring myself in the mirror, having picked out my outfit for work tomorrow (Wednesday).
'I think I look quite smart' I said aloud to my mother.
'I think you look quite fat.'
Ah yes...for those who don't know, I got myself a temporary job which lasts for a week. Actually my dear Janoz gave the job to me. Thanks hun, I love you!
I think it's some telemarketing sort of job. I spoke to the boss and the aspect of the job didn't sound too demanding. Heck, I really have no clue what I'm ACTUALLY supposed to do. Well, I guess I'll find out soon enough.
Oh, did I mention it's a 9-6 job. Yes, I start at 9am! Geez...it's been barely 3 weeks since my hols began and I've got to start getting up at 6 something in the morning. Sheesh. (Thank God it's only for a week.)
I'll be back with an update on my first day at work.
I thought I'll update my fellow readers on my oh-so-unhappening life.
Yesterday (Monday), Denise (Tan) and I went for our ballet rehearsal only to know an hour later that it was apparently cancelled. Seok knew about it cause she happened to drop by class on Saturday which Ms Lo casually told her that 'there'll be no more rehearsals until further notice'. Of course, knowing Ms Lo, she had forgotten to pass on the information to Denise and I. Hence, she deprived us of our Monday sleep. (Rehearsal on that Monday was scheduled at 10am!)
Today (Tuesday), the P.A. accompanied me to buy some cakes from House + Co and Bakerzin for my mummy. (Her belated b'day cakes.) My mummy's b'day was on the 17th of November.
Later in the day, I went for ballet rehearsal. I called Ms Lo twice to confirm. (Just in case la...) This is when we (Denise, Seok & I) got to know that we'll be taking turns to dance cause now we've only got one show to do instead of two in a day. There were supposed to have been a total of 12 shows but now it's been cut down to 6 which I find absolutely disappointing. That is mainly cause the variety show had been cancelled and only the Nutcracker show will be performed. With a total of only 6 shows now, it means Denise, Seok & I will take turns doing 2 shows each. Furthermore, we'll be doing a solo...on POINTE! Swt.
After ballet, Jan, Dee, Sue & I went to Murni for dinner. Gosh. I went to Murni for dinner after ballet. That's just wonderful. There goes my body la. But nonetheless, it was a great night unwinding with the girlfriends. I love you babes! Xoxo!
That's how long since my exams ended. Sorry for my late return. I have been rather busy. Ironic, isn't it?
I think the picture paints a good after-examinations summary.
On the day after our final paper, friends and I decided to have a celebratory Korean BBQ dinner. (That was my first time experiencing Korean food, and it would be enough to last me a lifetime.) Unbeknownst to the rest, I was also celebrating my last day of "chowing". (That, of course, failed to be my "last day". You'll come to know why, just read on.)
Later the next day, I went for ballet. Ah, after a 2-week break from ballet, it felt good to be back. Though, class was rather awkward with Ms Lo sharing stories about labour pain. She was sorta hitting out at us for not trying hard enough. She said that the pain we'll endure during ballet will be insignificant to child labour. (Erm...yes, I think I know that.) "My child labour lasted 18 hours." (Okay! TOO MUCH INFORMATION! Thank you very much.)
Wednesday rolled over. I hit the gym, determined to lose the __ kgs I've put on in the last 2 months. And I do plan on going to the gym consistently enough to lose the fats so I can publish my miracle post on how I shed 8kgs. Later that day, my aunts came down from Seremban to visit since it was a public holiday the next day.
Thursday. Happy Deepavali. I stayed home to indulge in my downloaded shows. What a treat. Shows I'm currently downloading:
Desperate Housewives (Desperate as ever.)
Samantha Who? (HILARIOUS!)
Shark (Pretty good.)
Back To You (Farny with a capital F.)
Private Practice (A spin-off from Grey's, I just have to watch it.)
Pushing Daisies (It's fresh.)
Gossip Girl (Believe it or not, I haven't got round to watching this yet. Then again, I haven't gotten round to watching Heroes either.)
Ugly Betty (The "bettier", the better.)
C.S.I. (I hate the fact that Jorja Fox aka Sara Sidle is leaving the show.)
Grey's Anatomy (I still can't stand Meredith!)
Hmm...never realised I was downloading 11 shows a week. Nyeh, I'm a TV buff.
Friday, the 9th. No spookiness to that. Another ordinary day at the gym. After gym, that's when my ordinary day turned wild. Allow me to start my story from Thursday night. Mummy and I, accompanied with our P.A., went to OU to shop. I went to Puma and spotted a shoe I like. Fortunately, they had my size. Unfortunately, it was the last pair and one side of the shoe was the display set. So I decided that I'll check the Midvalley outlet first the next day since I'll be going to the gym, while they reserve that last pair for me should the Midvalley outlet not have a brand new pair. After "gyming" that Friday, I popped over to the Puma store only to be disappointed. I headed home to fetch mummy dearest and the P.A. and we went to OU and snagged that last pair up. Ah, finally an alternative to my Converse for which I've been living off this entire year cause it was the only pair of shoes I had for rough wear. Now, I had also been eyeing another pair of shoes for sports wear since my current one is worn out. And since Studio R are one of the participating outlets for some e-coupon sms voucher thingy where you are entitled 15% off for any purchase, it's worth buying. However, this time, they didn't have my size so I requested they called up the outlet in Midvalley to see if they had my size there. But my luck could not have run out at a more impeccable time, they couldn't get through. Then my mum proposed we go there, immediately. By 5 something in the evening, we were on the road on our way to Midvalley. By 6 something, I walked out of Studio R a happy girl. We decided to stick around and check out The Gardens. Nothing spectacular. It's just classy and so unaffordable...for me. We finally decided to head home, but not before dropping by Nose. My mum got herself a pair of shoes. Then, my mum suggested we dropped by Jusco for a bit where our P.A. managed to pick up a pair of peep toe wedge.
I spent 3 hours in the gym that morning, and the lethargy was starting to sink in. But my mum walked over to the lingerie section, where we spent the next hour or so shopping for new lingerie. Then, they didn't have the size in the colour my mum wanted, SOOO we decided to go back to OU and check out the Jusco there. Mummy paid for the stuff and we left the building BUT not before going back to Nose again where my mum picked up another pair of pumps. ('My legs are killing me!' That was what the little voice in my head was screaming at me.) It was 9 something when we reached OU and decided upon paying Nose a visit first before moving on to Jusco. (From Midvalley's outlet to OU. Yes, we are quite mad.) I got myself 2 pairs of high heel peep toe pumps. Well, we finally made it to Jusco and mummy got all she wanted. Hmmm...we all did.
Some mad shopping spree it was that day. I went to 2 malls twice in the same day. From Midvalley to home to OU to Midvalley and back to OU. Geez. I've never felt that tired. Not even when I was having sleepless nights during my examination periods. Swt.
Anyway, my dad just got back from Dubai. And he brought home Swiss chocolate for me. 3 bars! There goes my 'diet'...and my attempt at being anorexic. Blargh.
Now if y'all will excuse me, I really need to catch up on my sleep.
3 papers in 3 consecutive days; I am mentally drained.
Finally, a well needed short break of 4 days till my last paper dawns on me.
I hate finals.
No, actually I think I just hate PREPARING for finals. Of course, exams are of good intention cause we do need to be tested on what we've been taught to see if we are learning. How else will we know if we've learnt, right?
Anyway, I sat for my business law paper today and now I'm having second thoughts of majoring in that subject. No, paper wasn't tough but the time constraint makes it tough despite it being an open book exam.
But, I shall let bygones be bygones.
See where I've circled...that's the space I have left on my bed to sleep.
Well, this is how my bed went from Queen to Single, and how I ended up sleeping with my books and notes in my bed. I eat, sleep, make lov (No, let's not go there.), breathe Business Law. Yeah, those were all my books/notes on Business Law that I brought into the exam hall. Notice the pile piles of "junk" on the floor? Oh trust me, you wouldn't want to know my bed looks like underneath. Darn it, now I've got another item to add on my things-to-do-after-finals list: spring-clean room. Maybe I ought to shift that to the top of my list.
Anyhoo, brain cells are depleting and eye bags are forming, I'm turning in.
The people who whine about being poor are stuffed with so much greed. (Generally speaking.)
They are always yearning, wanting, craving for the best, for the largest, for the greatest, for the most luxurious and for more. "...all you people want is more morE moRE mORE MORE!" as Chris Crocker would have said, but with much inelegance.
So here's the thing, read my lips when I say 'life is unfair'.
Surprise surprise. NOT.
If God wanted to make the world fair, He would have. But He didn't.
So, there'll always be some richer than us, some poorer than us.
And we are left to wonder for what reason He made the world as such.
Nonetheless, we, the human civilization, have no say in the works of God.
Hence, we can only continue living the way we do in this unjust world, whether we like it or not.
An international call, I think, cause the number showed 0000.
And from that call, I realised how bad my Mandarin is. But that's besides the point.
Anyway, I got a call and the person on the other line started talking in Mandarin. I'm guessing she must have been calling from China cause her accent was really strong and she started asking me a bunch of questions that left me dumbfounded. It was hard enough trying to make sense of what she was asking, but the whole time, she left me playing catch up. She spoke like a bullet train! And I could only pick up on a word or two.
It felt weird speaking to someone I do not know in Mandarin, but I started to get suspicious when I told her that she may have gotten the wrong number and she just casually replied, 'No. We're just doing a survey.' (Yes, she spoke in mandarin and if I'm not wrong, that was what she said.) So she went on to ask questions about whether I would prefer studying in the country or outside the country (I think... Like I said, the whole time I had no idea what the hell she was talking about.). Then she asked something about casinos....and football fields...and god knows what else! I simply answered casino (cause that was the only word I understood) not knowing what the question was. And then it all got too fishy when she asked for my name. So I said in English, 'Sorry. I don't understand you and I'm not giving you my name!' and hung up.
Now I feel foolish for even going along with the "survey". Maybe it was a scam. Maybe she was trying to track down my number! But for what??
Okay. Now I'm getting paranoid.
p/s: If only my Mandarin wasn't so atrocious......
If any of you read my posts a few times over, most of the time, changes would have been made. Though you probably wouldn't have noticed cause they are usually just minor changes.
And the reason is because I edit my stuff. Yep, a few times over.
And the reason for that is because my mum reads my blog. Unfortunately or fortunately? Let's just say, there are its pros and cons. (Oh, did I mention that my mum happens to be the best editor in Malaysia, or so all her colleagues claim. Well, I'd also like to think so.)
Anyway, I received a mail from my mother which reads:
Grammar lesson for the day:
Not 'I'd thought I'll post up my birthday wish list' but 'I thought I'll put up my birthday wish list' or 'I decided I'll post my birthday wish list'.
The phrasal verb is 'put up', not 'post up'. 'Post' should be used by itself.
'I'd' is the contraction or short form for 'I had' or 'I would'.
p/s: My blog isn't the only blog she reads. *wink*
Anyway, since my mummy has been 'pestering' me about what I want (which of course isn't a tad bit annoying at all), I thought I'll put up my birthday wish list.
Although knowingly, I probably will not be granted any of the things I want. Blargh. The irony of posting up a wish list. The response I'm expecting to get from my mum would probably be, "If you want it, earn it.". That is, get a job, earn your own money, and buy it yourself. And that's the irony of my mum asking me what I want.
Since my break has only just begun, and I can't foresee the future, I really can't say now, can I?
Ah...finally! The days of which I can sleep in till past noon have arrived. I haven't had many of those days ever since my second semester started. Or rather, I should say, ever since I got accustomed to uni life. In actual fact, 'accustom' really isn't the right word to use, cause even after 9 months, I have still not settled well with uni life. Or uni life has not settled well with me. Or......blargh. You guys get what I mean.
I can't tell you what I did this semester break yet, but I can tell you what I did today, which happens to mark the beginning of my mid-term break.
I woke up past noon, and kick-started my day with a movie.
Why this movie?
'Because I said so. That's why.'
Well, the movie is as corny as that. So don't blame me. But it still had its occasional romantic scenes which makes you go 'awww...how sweet.'. Overall, a predictable chic flick. Only recommended to watch when you're really just bored out of your mind and you have absolutely no clue on what to do.
Then, I moved on to another movie since I really had nothing else to do then waste my time away. Okay, actually I do. But all I really wanted to do was waste my time away and just escape from my duties of a university student.
Now, this was GOOOD. It was great! Just great. Simply great. 'It was superb, which is a synonym for great...'. You could not have asked for 2 uber sexylicious stars other than Sandra Bullock and Julian McMahon to play the roles of Linda and Jim Hanson. Premonition is anything but prognosticative and promises unexpected twists and turns. A gripping watch, indeed.
I have no idea whether this movie has been released in Malaysia. If not, just down...or buy... Well, I can't say. If not, I will come across as being supportive of piracy. Which I'm not!
After that, I went online and started chatting with Sue, who was bored cause her bf is away. So I suggested we go catch a movie, my 3rd for the day. Sweeet. By the time we agreed, it was 8:45pm. By the time I was ready, it was 9:15pm. By the time I picked her up, it was 9:30pm. By the time we reached OU, it was 9:45pm. (And the movie we wanted to catch was Hairspray, which starts at 9:40pm.) By the time we bought the tickets, it was 9:50pm. And finally, by the time we went into the cinema and took our seats, the movie started. Talk about impeccable timing.
The movie is as colourful as its poster looks. The characters are quirky, 'farny' and not to mention, good looking. And the songs will have your feet tapping throughout the movie and your heart wanting to sing out loud! All in all, an enjoyable fun watch. A real feel-good movie. Absolutely loved it! I'm so buying the soundtrack! Songs are awesome possum!
Finally, the day ended with supper and gossip. A typical girls' night out.
p/s: This post was actually meant to be published yesterday. But let's just say it got lost in the shuffle.
Some loyal readers of my blog have been getting impatient with my lack of updates. Apologies to all.
My life has been quite low key lately. I don't know if I should be glad since the past my few months have been quite turbulent. I guess, it's nice to have some peace and quite, but it's getting dull. And I'm getting bored.
Anyway, my bitch from the UK is back. So, that put some spice back into my life. And last Thursday, I went out with her and Farah.
It's puasa month for them, so we didn't get to eat till like 7:15pm. (I gave them support, but it's not like they actually 'puasa'.)
Nad: "I don't think I'll puasa when I go back to London. It seems pointless to fast in the day when I'm going to go clubbing at night."
Before dinner, we caught a movie. A bloody cheesy action-packed movie. Really not my genre. I just loathe action-packed movies. Ugh. It's just so gay and predictable. The hero will NEVER die. Or rather, the hero CAN NEVER die cause there wouldn't be a movie anymore, right?
It's working title was 'Rogue', but it was re-titled 'Rogue Assassin' in several other countries including Malaysia to avoid conflict with another film which had the same name. But I really have no idea why the word 'WAR' appears on the poster instead. Talk about conflict. Pfft.
Nad and I were laughing throughout the soppy sad scenes of the movie and received unwanted stares. But nonetheless, we survived the movie. Farah, Nad and I then headed to Starbucks to chill and kill time.
Farah. Nad. Ju.
The Bitch & I
After much cam whoring, we decided to go to Chilis to 'break fast'.
Bottomless Tostada Chips
Farah and what's his name again?
Nad & I shared this: Chicken Mushroom Fajita
Farah & I shared this: Molten Chocolate Cake
I ate 3/4 of it.
However, since 17 September 2007, I've put myself on a strict diet due to my upcoming ballet exam.
Well, I've kept to it......so far.
p/s: Nad left today. Have a safe flight, bitch. Missing you.
With each passing day, I find it strange, even bizarre, that I am able to draw more similarities than differences between these 2 individuals:
Michael Jackson & Britney Spears
Michael Jackson, aptly known as the King of Pop (once upon a time) and not surprisingly, with hit singles like Beat It, Thriller, Black or White that drove fans across continents and around the world wild, literally.
Britney Spears jump started her career with her first single Baby One More Time that shot straight to number one. How can you forget the music video in which she wore a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, waited for the school bell to strike 3pm, before sashaying out of class and dancing along the school corridor. Ah, nostalgic. Her career remained an uphill roller coaster ride, as she continued to release singles after singles that persistently topped music charts, such as (You Drive Me) Crazy, Oops!...I Did It Again and I'm A Slave For You, from her album 'Britney', which probably signalled the end of innocent naive Britney Spears and the birth of her Hollywood-brainwashed alter ego.
They both had such an illustrious career. Every child/teenager wanted to be like them, sing like them, dress like them, and even to the extent of looking like them (the hard-core ones). I was one of those child/teenager, but not hard-core. Yes, I was a fan, of both of them.
Throughout my early primary school years, I sang and danced along to MJ's songs. I even dressed like him, or at least I tried to. My mum would buy me VCRs of his music videos and I could sit in front of the TV and watched him all day long. I loved him. I idolised him. And so it should come to no surprise that I attended his concert in 1996 when he made Malaysia as one of his HIStory world tour stops. It was my first music concert, and perhaps the most unforgettable and most memorable one. Standing in the stadium amidst the crowds as one of the audience, cheering, screaming and singing along, was an amazing feeling. Though I may have only been 8-years-old, the memory remains very much intact and as fresh as a mountain stream.
In my later primary school years, 17-year-old Britney Spears emerged and became a household name among kids my age at that time. I instantly took to her from her very first single, Baby One More Time, and became a fan from then on. As a fan, buying every one of her album was perhaps routine. But it ended after she shed her innocent image and turned into a porn star. As harsh as it sounds, that was what I thought of her with the release of her single, I'm A Slave For You. Her image transformation from Oops! I Did It Again to I'm A Slave For You was too much for me (then 13-years-old) to handle. But as the years passed, I matured with my age, and learnt to embrace Britney Spears once more. With the release of her fourth album in 2003, In The Zone, I was once again hooked onto her songs that were much edgier and provocative, such as Me Against The Music and Toxic. Sad to say, In The Zone was perhaps the last of the best of Britney Spears we'll ever see. In 2004, she made the biggest mistake that she will only regret 3 years later; because in 2004, her relationship with Kevin Federline began. And a short 3 months later, she announced her engagement to him, confirming her plane ticket to Hell and the start of her downhill roller coaster ride (all the way to Hell).
3 years later, 2007, i.e. now, Britney Spears is now nothing but a washed-out star. Her performance at this year's MTV Video Music Awards just a few days ago is solid proof.
The only thin line I can draw to separate the 2 is that, Michael Jackson took his whole life to become what he is, a Wacko Jacko, while Britney Spears took less than a year to turn into him or rather, follow into his footsteps (career wise, that is).
Michael Jackson - The King of Pop turned Wacko Jacko turned child molester (although acquitted but it really isn't that hard to imagine that he could be one with the evidence produced in court following his latest child molestation case, if anyone followed). On the other hand, Britney Spears - The Pop Princess turned 'train wreck'. Fullstop.
Not too long ago, they had the world in the palm of their hands, but now, they are merely 2 social misfits in this cruel and unforgiving world. Laughed at and ridiculed for their every wrong move and have their stories blown out of proportion by ruthless and undiscerning tabloids.
A disheartening true story, indeed. I could not agree more.
I shall now leave you with a video (you may or may not enjoy) of a collaboration between my 2 fallen idols, singing The Way You Make Me Feel.
A commendable performance as Michael Jackson always puts on a brilliant show; and as for Britney Spears, will we ever see her swagger that way again on stage?
I had a shitty day yesterday...which has carried over to today.
Lately, I often find myself seated in front of my lappie, questioning my purpose in life. A scenario I still haven't gotten quite comfortable with, despite the far-too-frequent occurrence of it.
Over the past weeks, or maybe months, I seemed to have strayed from my 'route' in life. Then again, I can not even be certain if I was ever on the right one to begin with. I suddenly feel my life has hit an all-time low this year, to a point where I feel like giving up. Giving up on the decisions I have made. Giving up on the things I had committed myself to. Giving up on the things I once felt so passionately about. And perhaps, giving up on myself.
My life is in turmoil. I am on the verge of a breakdown. And I know for a fact that I am too young to be going through a mid-life crisis. Or maybe, the age period for a mid-life crisis is getting lower. But at 18?? That's far too low, no?
I am lost. Combing the forest with no compass. Worn out and mentally drained. Getting bogged down by all these questions in my head; more than enough to drown myself; unable to see the forest for the trees.
The whole time I was trying to lie still while biting on my tongue; but instead the person threading my eyebrows was trying to strike up a conversation. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to talk through excruciating pain?? I held back tears (but failed. Yes! It's that painful!) and spoke as calmly as I could, though all I really wanted to do was yell in agony!
My mum actually did it too. Hers lasted 5 minutes while mine lasted an agonizing 20 mintues! (Mainly cause the 'threaderer' had to give me time outs while I recovered from shock and pain.)
Pre-take-off announcement on a China Southern Airlines flight:
(This is said to be a true account of what was heard on a recent flight from Shenzhen to Qingdao.)
"Good afternoon, Ladies and the German. This is your cheap purser Wang Lui speaking. On behalf of China Sudden Airlines, I would like to welcome you on board our Bowling 737 from Shenzhen to Qingdao. Members of my crew speak Chinese and other languages that you do not know. It is a great pressure serving you to-die. Should you need any resistance during the fright, peace do pest the call button. I and my gals are available to make you feel comfortable. Meanwhile, the airkwaft is going to fry. Peace sit upright and keep your belt tightly fastened until dinner is served at five dirty pm. Hope you will enjoy your fright with us. Funk kill!"