Saturday, June 27, 2009 19:30
Dear Mr Jackson
You lived a life of a star, now you died as one too. The whole world - those in your support and those who aren't - is equally taken aback by the stunning news of your shocking death. You have now, by your death, healed the world which was formerly cracked and divided by your very own controversial life, and brought all of us together as one to pay our very last respects to you.
I was not very fond of the numerous surgeries your underwent to make yourself a complete opposite to whom you were originally born. Nor was I very fond of your scandals and court trials that made their way to the front pages. I used to scoff at your every name that appeared in the news, because they never end up there with the right reasons in your later life. From the surgeries, to your nose, to your divorce, and even your Neverland - the pictures of you often made me indignant.
Then again, I remember cheering at all who imitated your MoonWalk, but deep inside I reckoned nobody can ever beat you in your own game. I remember nodding to the rhythms of your songs, acknowledging wholeheartedly the makings and the influences of the King of Pop - a title so rightfully given. The crowd always goes crazy in your presence, and it's not difficult to see why.
You have always loved attention, am I not right to say. From the days of Jackson Five, you've made yourself known to the world as the kid with fantastic voice. Your stage performances never fail to tell us, you are but one who takes pride in everything you do. Even your nose brought you to the world's attention, as the black guy who did a little too many plastic surgeries. But even as negative reports flooded your every presence, you never fail to be the crowd magnet and drew all attention towards yourself. And now you've departed, and became the talk of the world.
You lived a life of a legend, and now the world mourns your death. As much as I criticized your previous life, I have got to say, your unexpected departure would signify the fall of a giant star, and a great loss in the music arena. You have left us your legacy, and I honestly doubt anyone will ever have the capacity to fill your shoes. I feel sorry for your unfulfilled world tour ambition in july. I guess God has might-ier plans for you somewhere else.
May you find peace and continue your legacy in another dimension.
Thursday, June 18, 2009 12:50
I am here now, especially disgusted by my very own insincerity and selfishness - or should I rephrase as hypocrisy.
I have always had mixed feelings when I see that familiar number flashing on my phone screen, screaming at me to pick it up else get screamed at. Surprises don’t fail to come from the other end of the line whenever I answer, and this time - oh what’s new - “Can you come down ah?”
“Oh training ah? Can lah.” I thought I heard a little quiver of reluctance at the end of my reply, yet I convinced myself it was too subtle for my recipient to pick up.
The teachers were indeed right when they told us not to
assume anything. Naturally I thought (I refuse to use ASSUME) it would be powerpoint presentations and animations of things that look all the same again, when I heard the word ‘training’. But no, no, no.
“On work-free days you can go and ENJOY the food and join the training.
(Suddenly, as if my recipient remembered something)
Oh and since you will be there, you can help with the cooking and marketing!”
It was such a donkey of me to think it was going to be powerpoints. NO. This time I am supposed to travel a few hundred kilometres to COOK, to MARKET and to be a HOUSEWIFE (I actually wanted to type MAID). Honestly, I would rather sit in front of the laptop when everybody is asleep and make the powerpoint work, than to travel a few hundred kilometres and COOK.
To add on to my series of unfortunate “
surprises”, the ‘training’ of question isn’t at all for blokes with a knack for electric and electronic stuffs, but rather a MISSIONARY training. I must now emphasize I see every religion as equals, as long as they preach the right values. But to sit around and be expected to give opinions regarding the same subject, and be expected to sound intellectual all the same, just doesn’t work for me. I admit the last isn’t others’ expectation but mine, yet most of the time I am usually opinion-less!
As much as I whined, I do understand the point my recipient was coming from. Amidst the busy schedule she still allocates time for others is but very commendable, and for this alone there is a compelling reason for me to extend as much help as I can. Hence my “Yeah sure.”
But, one whole week off my holidays to somewhere ulu to be a MAID and spend seven days trying to sound intellectual about something I have absolutely NO opinions about? You tell me, if it is not pain, what is it rightfully called? Hence my reluctance.
Someone once told me that the reason we wanna be like some characters in the shows is because in reality, we just can’t bring ourselves to do what they do. And he’s right. Time and time again I have the urge to just throw sarcasm around the way Marc does, Amanda does and Blair does, but end up feeling compelled to be a nice girl. Damn it, he’s so right. In reality, I just can’t do what they do.
I am utterly annoyed at myself for even thinking about it. Guess I should happily pack my bags, happily travel 205km, to be a happy housewife people will praise my recipient for, and to happily try to sound intellectual for seven days.
Somehow, I can’t wait for it to begin -
it should be fun.
Yet again, I can’t wait for it to end,
if it is exactly like what I imagined.
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On a really happy note, I am no longer a probation driver!
Any car, any road, anywhere, I’m on it!
Saturday, June 13, 2009 12:18
On a Saturday like this, it is so difficult to not feel bored. Everyone is everywhere, all too busy to entertain this bored lady. Usually, the car is my friend. But no, today's Saturday, which means she belongs to my dad and only my dad.
And I'm beginning to wonder if time is passing by too quickly, or too slowly, or simply, I've lost track of its dimension. And I don't even know if I am looking forward to going back, or I simply resist the idea.
Would someone please liberate me.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009 10:25
In the news spread yesterday, Singapore has recorded her fifth confirmed case of the H1N1 flu. According to them the patient was infected during her stay in US/Canada and brought home the virus. Gee hope Monkey is lucky when he comes back from his exchange this time round. You know, the flight takes some long hours and the virus can be airborne.
CHOY, TOUCH WOOD.
I'm beginning to think I have this bipolar emotion disorder. I can't tell you why but if my postulation is correct, it is because of that inherent paranoia. Quote Blackrabbit, I have the weirdest of all imaginations and when they are all put together, it doesn't paint a rosy picture at all.
I don't know if you still remember the Racist Dog in my neighbourhood - in case you don't, yes, there IS a Racist Dog in my neighbourhood which only barks at (sorry Monkey) malays. Now this dog - a BITCH, rather - is what I think a big flirt I tell you. Every morning she sits seductively in the MIDDLE of the road, unmoving (unless here appears a life-threatening big vehicle). She sits there unmoving, until another of her kind appears within her sight. Then she advances to (presumably) him in the most seductive of ways, swaying her butt in the morning breeze as she does so.
WHAT A FLIRT. Yet how amused I was this morning when I witnessed this art of seduction. That being said, that bitch (pun intended) is still one of my favourite dogs in the neighbourhood.
Popo seems to be very pleased with the blouse she bought at the market this morning. Of course, of course, and I'm proud to announce that the person who first pulled that blouse out of the rack was none other than - AHEM - Miss Ivy Leow Kein Theng.
Sekian, terima kasih.
