Party rockin' at Twin Towers Live 2012

In the weeks that have summed up my inevitable absence, I'm convinced (and I'm sure you are too) of the fact that I am not a cut-out promise keeper. Instead of keeping my promise to keep my blog alive come what may, this lacklustre, barren space of what my little nook in the blogsphere has become can easily be compared to a blank piece of paper, or perhaps even like re-reading the same damned thing for about a gazillion times. Boring, much. But to enclose my disregard for my responsibility, I'm defending myself and saying that my absence was simply due to the fact I was patiently waiting for something worthwhile to write about, because nothing has really inspired me or evoked my creative juices lately. Until yesterday...

I still have no idea what we did or say to deserve such luck but yesterday morning, as Dad drove me to class, he'd informed me that he had received tickets - let me rephrase that: Golden Fan Tickets - to the Twin Towers Live 2012 event. Oblivious to recent happenings, I was like, "What's gonna happen there?". After filling me in with the 411 and the lowdown on what's going to take place, all it took was for him to utter "Nicole Scherzinger would be performing" to get me psyched and exited - because when she came with the Dolls in 2006/2007, exams held me back. And to cut the story short, since we had 3 Golden Fan Tickets, Prissy, Claire and I didn't let the opportunity pass us by.

There was so much I needed to grasp because I've never been to a concert before, and it being my first, and getting it for free, was a lot to take in. So, with hearts racing and excitement getting the best of us, we made our way to KLCC. When we arrived at the space where the concert was being held, it was already mad-packed with screaming, sweaty groupies - and the show hasn't even begun yet. Anyway, when we got to the entrance for those with tickets, we were treated like VIPs. Well, at least it felt that way when we were surrounded by people as we made our way through the crowd. And the next awestruck moment was when we walked the pathway to get to the stage; it felt like walking on the red carpet and having all eyes you. It's little wonder why Golden Fan Tickets cost a bomb. As we arrived pretty early, - 2 hours before the show started - our next 'lucky' moment was when we managed to stand a few feet away from the stage. It was still not quite a satisfactory place but we were close enough to snap pictures and record videos of them. Heck, we even managed to get the attention of Reshmonu and James Baum by screaming our heads off!

The lineup for the night was pretty awesome: It started with some mixes by some DJ and Prem from Fly.fm. And then, what the die-hard K-Pop fans have been waiting for, Girls Generation. After that, there was a Hip-hop performance by the champions of Showdown. Their performance was then followed by James Baum, accompanied by two other artists, Reshmonu, and some more house mixes. And last but not least, a mind-blowing, adrenaline-pumping performance by Nicole Scherzinger.

I shall stop ranting now and leave you with pictures to enjoy. Tee hee!

And videos: 

(more videos would be uploaded soon!)

And after everything, we managed to steal a shot with Mr. James Baum.

Chills in the air

It's Thursday and apart from the freedom I had yesterday to remain within the four walls of my home, today would most probably be a sequel to such liberality. It's chilly here and the morning air in this part of town is as refreshing as ever, floating together with a temporary layer of mist which would last until the sun beckons it's presence.

In the past month or so - most probably from the last time I blogged - so many events and happenings have provoked my thoughts, and the wisest thing to do as the following step would only be to pen them down. I do, I kid you not, but the time I have on my hands to spare neither allows me with hours and hours to write the way I used to nor really soak up all that I've written. So that usually leaves me hopeless and disappointed, and before I know it, I'm back to square one again. Sigh.

Anyways, I have no intention whatsoever to drown you in the pool of pity I happen to now swim in. No intention at all, but in order to make it up to you and to myself, I shall leave with this. It ain't much but it would do for now.

• Happy Valentine's Day, love-birds. I realize that it's now 16th Feb but hey, it's never too late to make everyday feel like Valentine's Day between you and your significant other. Maybe all it takes it just a little appreciation and compromise - who knows, they go a long way you know. 
• I haven't had much time to catch up on any movies or television soaps, but whenever luck is on my side, I'd make time to tune in to The Voice. Amazing talent can come in different shapes and sizes; all it takes is a whole lot of guts! 
• I really got to start pushing myself to the limits, especially when it comes to my exercise regime. I've been slacking too much and I think it's about time that I get back to my healthy eating habits and strict exercise routine. 
• PAS has been a sonofabitch, haven't they? I don't mean to go all political on yal but this issue about them being so friggin' against the celebration of Valentine's Day has been bugging me. I don't know if they have stuck their heads in their ass for ages but I believe they've forgotten that it's a union of races here in Malaysia. Hence, the 1 Malaysia campaign. And if people choose to celebrate something, even if it's not usually celebrated by their religion or whatnot, it's their choice. PAS can carry out force-movements and threats but at the end of the day, it's still going to be up to the individual and what matters is what they want. 
• I'm down with the flu and it's not getting any better. If this continues, I'd be looking like Rudolph in a matter of no time. Heh! 

I think that's about it... for now. Happy Thursday! 

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

Young at heart and a little naive in the head I was, in the early stages of my adolescence when I attended an abstinence seminar - "No Apologies". It was a lifetime ago, or perhaps it just feels like it... but the course of time hasn't changed my mindset nor has it changed my stand towards the pledge I took regarding abstaining from sex until marriage.

It was a long marathon of teary eyes and emotional roller-coasters during the seminar, as I can recall. And the reason for it has everything to do with this video: 

Imagine being born without arms. No arms to wrap around a friend ; no hands to hold the ones you love; no fingers to experience touch ; no way to lift or carry things. How much more difficult would life be if you were living without arms and hands? Or what about legs? Imagine if instead of no arms, you had no legs. No ability to dance, walk, run, or even stand. Now put both of those scenarios together… no arms and no legs. What would you do? How would that affect your everyday life?

Meet Nick Vujicic.

And if a man without neither arms no legs can have an eternal fire burning for God and the will to carry on and live life, who are we to say that we can't.

To read more about him : Nick Vujicic

Don't be a drag, just be a queen

Patience and I don't get along so well, or shall I say, we don't make a good couple. We're an equation to disaster. However we try to work our way in this relationship to keeps things smooth-sailing, it's only the surface of our hardened hearts or perhaps even our plastered smiles that fool people into believing that we're purr-fect. But looks are deceiving, as they all say, and despite the times Patience has tricked me into thinking that good things come to those who cherish and appreciate him, I still continue to wait. To love him. To love the meaning of the word 'Patience'. Otherwise, if not for Patience, I'd be a quick-tempered, sonofabitch from hell. And we wouldn't want that now, do we?

Anyway, moving on.

What I meant by the whole paragraph above about Patience was that... well, I'm not even sure what I meant by it. All I know is that it has tested me in situations and ways I never thought possible. Like for instance, when I was caught in the rut of uncertainty if whether I'd done the right thing by listening to Dad's misguidance instead of my heart. Or perhaps, on a more precise note, the fact that the people I surround myself with neither know nor realize the beauty of being their own person, true to their heart and proud of who they are. This is when even my Tolerance is tested, being the partner in crime that goes hand-in-hand with Patience.

Just so that we're clear, I'm not trying to be all high and mighty here. I'm not proclaiming that I'm 'Original' and I'm definitely not proclaiming that I'm the best at anything and everything. But this issue about doing the exact same things I do, wearing and purchasing the exact same things I wear and have, I've been dealing with this for years now. And I'd come right out and say it to your faces that it is just so damn tiring. I'm tired of worrying if whether we'd wear the same thing at the exact same time, or that we'd both lose ourselves in the process of this 'copy-and-paste' dance routine. It's not only this, truth be told, but to cut things short, I just hate it - like HATE IT.

I'm so sick and tired of people wanting to hang out with me just to judge me from the clothes I wear right up to the things I do, and then behind my back, do and wear the exact same things. I'm not paranoid, this I know for sure because every time I encounter someone who becomes an acquaintance and in the process of time, who becomes a friend, the exact same shit goes on immediately after having settled the issue with the last nuisance.

I can't comprehend exactly how frustrating it is, knowing that the people who disguise their innocent smiles and sweet words of encouragement are those who end up hurting you and leaving you disarmed and helpless.

I don't mind if you have the same clothes as I do or buy the same things I do. But it's bullshit if you dare say that it was pure coincidence. Bullocks.

Before I began typing what has been eating at my heart for years now, I sort of prepared myself for the hatred  that may come spiraling my way. So, sue me if you're not satisfied. You know who you are, and you'd know alright if you feel offended in any way.

Just know that when you do, I probably wouldn't want to have anything associated with you. Nah uh! It may be tough but I guess this is when I'd learn to suck it up and move on. Being the two-faced you are, you didn't deserve my friendship anyway.

So long!


P.S - Please understand, I've been dealing with the same shit for years now and even if it takes all my strength and effort to get you to be your own person, whoever that may be, I'd say it and do it all over again.

Just get home safely

It's the year of the Dragon! And before I begin what I'd set out here to write, I'm choosing to not give up this rare opportunity to wish all of you sepets, oink-oink eaters, ang pow givers and every tom, dick and harry out there who would be celebrating this prosperous and blessed festival. May your homes be filled with love, joy, peace and may you be blessed with God's divine protection, good health, cheerful company, fruitful success, refreshing rest and joyful moments everyday. Peace out.

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Before the date was settled and passports renewed, it was an either here nor there moment as Dad contemplated on the destination for a family vacation. India was apart of the list of countries he'd initially planned for and then there came along China to take it's place. After weighing the pros and cons and all the necessary, Dad finally settled for Rome - especially since it's going to be the last time that country would be listed on the list of countries MAS flies to (only for the time being, I hope). It was also decided that it would only be Mum whom he would take along with him. In a country as romantic as Rome, with it being thousands and thousands of miles away from the three of us, it's little wonder why eh?

With both of their luggage packed and ready to spend the rest of the entire CNY week in the company of each other, they'd be leaving tonight.

People would ask me, having found out about my parents dued absence if whether we'd be okay on our own. Never really parting from my sarcastic and egoistic ways, I'd reply, "Good, let them go". I'd smile the cheeky thresher-cat smile and make the kind of hand gesture that would only mean, when translated, "Get lost!". But after what took place yesterday, I'm starting to open my eyes a little wider and look at their absence in a slightly different light.

A few hours before I hit the sheets, Dad huddled us all together as a unit and had a little family meeting. And of all things, he'd brought up the topic about his will. It would be the first time we'd be left on our own without the supervision of the two pillars which have kept our little stuffy condominium a home all these years. So that is why Dad thought it would be an appropriate time to brief us, touching on the surface of everything from safety right up to the steps we would be advised to take if, god forbid, anything were to happen to them while they spend time away.

What strummed the emotional chord and rendered great importance was when he said that if anything were to happen to them, he'd be the proudest Dad if during the eulogy at his funeral, we'd mention... I'm paraphrasing but it was something along the lines of:

1. I have been Christian my whole life.
2. I love the Lord my God with all my heart and soul.
3. I hope, with all my might, that the rest of you would accept Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior.

These are the three things he wants me to mention during his eulogy. After thinking and pondering upon the whole idea of him not being around anymore, I shook my head and tried to erase even the slightest trace of that thought altogether.

However, on a similar note, I'd like to think that they'd have a wonderful time in the comfortable and loving company of each other. I hope they get to discover new things and be amazed at things that would surprise them.

But if I had just one wish, I just wish for them to come home safely.