Dearest Jason

We snuck out on the night on the 4th of March. Cockle-doodle-doo, the clock ticked 4:45. But my driver-lover-man was late. Sigh. And KL traffic was like hell as always. Concert kot??

Funny thing was, throughout the whole musical not everyone around me knew the lyrics to the songs. Have to say that the latest album was not my favourite. I loved Mr.A-Z so much and felt deeply about all of the lyrics in that album. Luckily enough, I knew most of the lyrics. Except for the fast numbers like where all I did was say ‘Good job’ – lifted my hands up high and waited for the down low part.. and this one, ‘I do not pick up the phone if, I do not know who is calling…’

So much fun was Jason’s way of warming up with the crowd. The guy just blabs out music from his mouth and would have us imitating him which was great fun. And if you listen to his songs carefully, he is a funny guy. I loved Geek in the Pink, but jenga wasn’t found yet so I had to sing alone. Haha. Sadis tol.

More pathetically when I had neighbouring concert goers just cry and shriek like crazy and they didn’t even know the chorus part to I’m Yours. Pretty dead giveaway, don’t you think?

Towards the end Jason started introducing his band and took Polaroid pictures of them and threw it towards the crowd. Awesome!! Oh by the way, Jason has a collection of Polaroids he made a book out of, but not sure if they have it here in Malaysia.

The concert started sharply at 8:30 and ended on the dot of 10:00 pm. Jason must be a punctual sleep early guy. Well, good for him. Woudn’t want most of the crowd sleeping in the next day and missing their early train to work.

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Dearest Jason,

Please please please come back to Malaysia. Hahahhaa. Thank you. I will buy the rm80 t-shirt again if you do =) mcm la die tau derang jual baju kat lua tu..

3 Cakes and an Inferno

Ok so scratch the previous sappy entry about boo-hooing the night of my birthday. I was blessed with kind friends who sent MMS that had pictures of us when we were sweet and young (uni years!) and even had songs enscribed in em MMS..

I need to remind myself that I've never had more than one cake on my birthday. Ever. I used to read other people's blog and get all annoyed because some of them would be like, 'I got the usual three cakes and four hundred pressies as expected, again, this year..' gile diva. Haha.

Kak Aida threw me a suprise when I got back from an SPE talk the day of my birthday (how bad a timing can the stupid talk get?) She got me the works!! A cute chocolate cake, complete with 25 candles. At this age, cakes and candles (especially since I reside in pious Terengganu.. no offense tahu) by themselves can be a luxury. Superlicious!! Thank you thank you.

And on the 28th of Feb, I headed down to KL to kiss my bantal busuk at home and I got my cheesecake version of a partayy only to have really noisy and bitchful bunch of gurls sitting next to us at alexis'. I had great company and happy food.

So yeah, I had a greaatttt 25th kick-off. Thank you. Very very much. Hugs.

Leila

This picture was taken exactly a year ago, when I was away in my first school. It was a quiet Sunday morning I spent on my computer, airing out my room and going through my notes. I went downstairs and Leila was all upset because I did not tell her it was my birthday. Bashfully, I accepted her concoction of vanilla ice-cream (which was her favourite since we always had a free flow of vanilla ice-cream stocked in our fridge just inc ase we had to entertain our friends when they came over for brainstorming), cadbury chocolate sticks, fresh strawberries and topped off with drizzled thick nutella.

She practically forced me to finish the bowl off with her. Damn. There went my diet for the week. Come to think of it, a year ago I wasn’t too worked up on how much I tipped the scales at.

This year, I was asked what I had not yet achieved by 25. I felt like it was a pretty dumb question. I did not feel the urge to be encouraged to think about things I had not accomplished. I had a feeling it would lead to me being unthankful.

Last night I cried before going to sleep. It was the first time I celebrated my birthday without my usual crowd of friends. Haha, time to grow up.

But – I did get 2 rounds of cakes, complete with 25 candles!

So boo hoo, happy birthday to me.

Upsy

What suprises me the most was that the rest of the world read my last entry and came up with various reactions. Hardy har har. Guess what? The only and most important person who should’ve read that entry didn’t. Cheeeesecakes.

I had the luxury of catching up with a few close friends the past few weeks. It was such a refresher! Sometimes it just doesn’t make sense to have small grudges against those whom you call friends. Like one of them, I know is not too fond of my other half. I sort of avoided talking to her about it since it eventually made me feel bad. But we met up and I realized what a fool I was to let men-who-don’t-read-my-own-friggin-blog get in between us! Little does she know la kan. But now that I posted this here, I hope you don’t mind babes. Pluss the fact that you also did not know that I was feeling this way. Wowsa. What a circus of a paragraph!

Memories are basic building blocks of each and every one of us. I had the pleasure of working with a specialist who studied in Poly Ungku Omar and we just mapped the whole of Ipoh during the operation. It was a heartfelt moment for the both of us. How we both had jumped from livin’ it up in beautiful Perak – to suddenly being trapped and never knowing much about beachy Terengganu. Damn.

It has been around 510 days since I have been working/assigned to work in Kemaman, and I’ve only gone swimming twice. Sucker.

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February babies ~ Thana, Kunaz, Zue..Yatt and tQa! Happy happy birthday =)