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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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Current mood:  sleepy
Category: Blogging
So to day is the 13th of August 2008… And over a week plus ago, I went to a festival in Singapore after winning a contest. I know, I should have blogged about my experience right after I land last week but I was too lazy and honestly, it's been a while since I've let my written words flow. I think, I'm losing touch with my inner writer but eh, I don't expect anyone to read this anyway, so it doesn't matter right?
So ok, I won't bore you with the details leading up to the first day of SINGfest, even though there were things that had happened that annoyed the fuck out of me, I think I'll remember those regardless. So here goes, my two cents of SINGfest 2008. SINGfest Day 1 Got to Fort Canning Park around 2 pm or so but ended up finding the goddamn entrance about 40 minutes later! Why? Well, from where me and Naida came it was on the opposite side of the park so that could only mean, we were way way off! And asking people for directions didn't help either, they lead us to another way which was tiring to get there to be completely honest. Fort Canning does not a have straight pathway, it's like a wave and it means, to get to somewhere, you gotta walk up and down and up and down which for me, made me insanely tired and to add to that walk, before getting to the pathway, we had to climb million flights of stairs. I was dead tired even before I got into the festival!
Anyways, after reaching the entrance, we both had to wait for someone from Channel V to give our tickets. So we waited for about 20 minutes before meeting with one of Channel V's representative. After getting the tickets, we got in and got our bands and the little extra things from the sponsors of the festival. When we got in –the entrance weren't at the same place as it was last year, you had to walk around the parking lot to get to the entrance, so we technically got in behind the Fort Canning building- I noticed that there were concession stands everywhere and there's a small stage there also for the local bands. We both just walked on by the "distraction" because we just want to get in to the main stage area. We would have bought something before going in if we knew the f&b's are only sold in that area and no where else –meaning getting to the stands would make you walk a bitch of a mile. So after getting down a flight of stairs, we saw the merch booths and what not and realized that there's a line leading up to an "entrance" to the big stage. Being me and being a Malaysian, I don't understand the meaning of lining up so Naida and I bailed on lining up and stayed on the side. So we waited for a little while before getting in and I killed the time by killing my lungs one puff at a time. When the clock strikes 3++ pm, they finally opened the doors and we both snuck in from the side and got in first –yes, being a lazy and non-courteous person gets you so far. So both of us made a run for a nice spot and sat there till the show starts. While we were sitting down, we also cam-whored ourselves because one was an obvious cam-whore and the other was an oblivious one. So as we were busying ourselves with Naida's camera, we were approached by someone from Starhub stating that she took a picture of us cam-whoring and she wanted our e-mail addresses so they would keep us updated with everything. After that was done, we sat in the hot sun, lounging and waiting for the first act to appear on stage. Everyone around us was either protecting themselves with an umbrella from the hot sun or used a place mat for them to sit on the grass. People, it's not fun when you are being a princess/prince, let the sun burn your skin and let the grass give you horrible rashes, it's a good story to tell your friends later, really. After waiting and listening to the sponsors' advertisements on the big screen the first band –Dearest- took the stage; here are my two cents of each bands/musicians performance: Dearest In all honesty, I have never heard of this band's name before but I have heard of one of their songs which I recorded that performance with Naida's camera. They were amazing live, even though not many people there was screaming or rooting for them. They brought great energy regardless and to be frank, they're a band everyone should look out for, I feel like they would get the fame and recognition they deserve soon enough. Even though I was completely enjoying their performance, I had to wonder why in the world would Andre –their vocalist- wear so many layers of clothing while performing at a place like Singapore. It was an insanely hot day that day and he was wearing a white turtleneck and topped it with a white jacket, even though it was white, it was still a crazy choice to wear such a thing while performing here in Asia. But whatever it is, one thing struck me about their performance, during the last bit of their last song, Andre climbed the railings on the side of the stage and then one of them actually climbed higher up on the other side. That behaviour reminded me of Pete Wentz from FOB because that man likes to climb inanimate objects for fun, just like this guy I guess but I was kinda scared that he would fall trying to climb down the unstable railings. After an energetic performance, the stage took a rest for a few minutes before the next band took over the stage and the band is Crowned King. Crowned King The first time I ever saw this band live was last year –at SINGfest- and I wouldn't say I have never ever heard of them before last year's SINGfest because one of my Indonesian friends actually introduced me to their music about a year before. Again, they were amazing, maybe even better than last year. I took note that I actually recognized their songs when they performed it and I did sing along to the words I know. Although I was enjoying their performance, I didn't get up from my seat and joined the crowd, I guess I was still a little tired from the "walk" Naida and I took. After seeing them live for the second time, I vowed to myself that I would definitely need to take note of this band, you know, listen to their music from time to time, I feel kinda bad for neglecting my interest in their music. After Crowned King, it was time for Melanie Subono to take the stage (she was supposedly to perform before Dearest but I have no idea what had happened, she's the third musician to take the stage). During Melanie's performance, I saw Maya and her friend walking around, at first I didn't know if it was her and because of that I waited for her to see me instead. After me looking at her for a little while, I guess she felt me staring, she looked at me and came over, we talked for a little while before Naida and I felt the need to get some food and drinks in our system.
So as we made our way to the other side of the venue to get some f&b's we bumped into Jimmy from Saw Loser, I didn't see him at all, Naida was the one who pointed out to me that someone famous was there. So I looked at where she pointed to and ran up to him and asked for a picture. At first I let Naida take a picture with him and later we would trade but Saw Loser's manager –I think- was breathing down my neck and kept saying to me that he would take the picture for us so, I gave up and gave Naida's phone to him and went to Jimmy's side for the picture. Jimmy was kinda confused if he was supposed to take a picture with only me or with Naida too, I just looked at him, signalling "Dude, just wing it." And so he did. After the other dude snapped the picture he looked up and said "Oh my God! That was sooo amazing! You girls were so great!" and I just looked at him weird but I knew he was drunk, so you gotta excuse the dude for saying such weird things. So both of us said our "Thank Yous" to Jimmy and jet off to the f&b area. When we were browsing through the f & b stands, one word that stood out in my head and the word is "RIDICULOUS!". The foods costs S$6 and there's only three choices of food to choose from –kebabs, hot dogs in a bun & cheesy nachos- and all of which I vowed to never eat if I were to go to a concert but we didn't have a choice and we were starving, so we bought cheesy nachos with extra cheese. Then after getting our food, we went to grab some water before going off to our spot –reason for us to get the drinks now is so that we don't have to walk up to this place again. So after burning our money on the ridiculous f & b, we both walked back to our spot where Maya and her friends hang out. Naida and I downed our nachos before getting completely sick of it, we were only quarter way through our nachos and we were regretting the purchase. So what could we do with this situation, we offered Maya and her friends some but they politely refused but after a while I forced her to take at least one so I won't feel bad and she did! Thanks Maya! LOL! So after downing the overflowing cheesy nachos we all waited for a little while before New Found Glory took the stage. New Found Glory When the radio djs from a Singapore radio station announced that NFG was the next act and was about to get on stage, I picked myself up and went to the front, squishing myself in between sweaty and smelly bodies. When they appeared on stage the whole crowd roared out of excitement of seeing those guys in the flesh. I just stood there screaming my lungs out to the point most of the people in front of me had to look behind and look at their annoyance right in the eye and silently tell her to shut the hell up! But being me, I couldn't care less; I was there to watch those boys rocking out the stage and my socks. I was so glad that NFG played most songs from their Sticks & Stones and Catalyst albums because to be frank, those two albums are my favourite from them. Jordan, Chad, Ian, Steve, Cyrus and Mike was amazing on stage, even though they're considered veterans in the music industry they still rocked out hard like they were starting to break out in the music industry. During their performance, one fan actually told Chad that he could play one of their songs and Chad invited the dude on stage and played with them –I am so fucking jealous of the guy, I mean it's a great story to brag to your friends- and I must say the kid's quite good, hats off to you man. Honestly, I would have never thought for once I would see this band live –never, ever- but I guess I was wrong, my God! That's all I could say, it brought back so many memories, I felt like I was 16 again, being interested in these bands and what not. Honestly, I have been neglecting punk rock music for such a long time now, my interest died when the trend of emotional bands came along. So I would like to thank New Found Glory for bringing back my interest in their genre again. After New Found Glory left the stage, I was satisfied with my "concergasm" but the day is still young and there's four more bands to go. I went back to Naida –at our spot- and shouted "OMG! THAT WAS THE BEST!!!" and really it was. After NFG, the state of our cheesy nachos was disgusting, someone had stepped on it and there were some grasses in it too, so I asked Naida if we could move to another place and so we did. After finding a spot, I rested my body and hydrated myself for about 20 minutes before the next band to come on stage and the band is Melee. Melee Another band that I wouldn't have thought that I would see them live at all, only because no matter how famous their song "Built To Last" would get, no one would ever bring them down to Malaysia. Their performance was kind of liberating, after being out of breath jumping my ass of during NFG's set, I was allowed a little down time with Melee. Although I am not saying their songs/performances weren't jumping worthy it's just more laid back. They were definitely amazing, Chris' voice range was even better than what I have heard on their record, he even gave me shivers when I heard his voice live. Ryan was very laid back and pretty shy on stage which made him a million times adorable, Mike was as great he would ever be and Ricky (Muscles) was ripping it up with his solos. The energy the whole band gave away was beautiful; they were crazy when they needed to be and were mellow when the mood strikes and I was singing along to them the whole time but what I am really thankful about was the fact that they played the song "The War". That was the first song I ever heard from them and that's the first song that made me fall in love with their music. Honestly, seeing them perform that live was too much for me that I actually shed tears of appreciation during their performance of that song (this is the second time where I actually teared up at a show, the first was at Daughtry's when they played "What About Now", the song's marvellous and sad, I cry even if I listen to it on the radio). So after their set ended and after wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand, I moved back to Naida, I was smiling all the way back to our spot and sat back down and looked at Naida and sighed happily to her. We hung out, talked and smoked –on my part- before the next act took over the stage. When the djs told everyone the next act was gonna be Lostprophets, everyone stood up and pushed themselves to the front but I took a rain check and stayed where I was because I knew somehow the crowd was gonna get ugly and I don't have the energy to deal with that at that moment. Plus the view was incredible – we weren't that far from the stage though, and we were smacked in the middle, so the view was nice- and I didn't have to murder someone verbally or physically just to see the band playing. Lostprophets I know I should stop saying this but this is another band that I would have never thought I could ever see live! They were great and my opinion about Ian being an asshole pretty much changed, he's not an asshole, he's a smart aleck. Gets himself into trouble with his words and what not, he's pretty much like me, so I had to excuse the guy. Again, I am so glad they played songs from their old albums because I am more of an old fan than a new one and the best of all; they played "Shinobi vs. Ninja" and "Burn, Burn". My sister was the one who introduced me to them and those two songs was the ones she forced me to listen to and know what? Thanks, sis! I completely enjoyed their performance and honestly I almost lost my voice screaming on the top of my lungs for them and for singing my heart out along with them. It was a euphoric –almost- and nostalgic moment for me, again, seeing them live brought back such memories being a few years younger than I am now and singing and rocking out to their music in my living room –alone- *sighs*. But whatever it is, they were very energetic, Ian even looked like a vampire with all of his black clothing, messed up hair, guyliner and his sensual & scary stare. Jamie rocked out the keyboards like no one have ever done. Stuart, Lee and Mike joined their amazing strings skills to complete the sound –of progress- and Ilan, fairly new member but I have so much respect for the kid (yes, I could refer him as a kid because he is 2 years younger than me) he was wonderful and he had so much energy performing live, I couldn't say much but an elaborated "WOW!" Then after I let them rocked my life, we were both pretty tired –well, I know I was- and we sat down, rest, hydrate ourselves and smoke -again, my part- before the next band would shake our lives up. I knew the next band would be Simple Plan because Travis would be last and there are only two bands left, a no brainer eh? So yeah, we waited for a while longer for the techies to set everything up, SP's set was taking much longer than it should but I couldn't care less because I know they're amazing live, so waiting is not a problem for me. So after a few more minutes of waiting they finally came on. Simple Plan They opened their set with a bang –although, David kept running from one side to another of the stage for two songs which distracted me from their amazing-ness; I was rocking out, singing my heart out and screaming at the top of my lungs for them. They were even better than the last time I saw them which was in '04 or '05. They played some songs from each album which to me was a good thing because I haven't memorized the words to their new songs, so at least with that particular song line up, I was in good to sing along and lose my voice. There were a couple of funny things that happened during their set, since I was smack in the middle of the crowd and a few feet away from the actual crowd, my view was perfect and also their view of me was perfect. What happened was, in between songs, Pierre was talking to the crowd to get some response and feed off energy from us, while doing this, he was standing in the middle of the stage and said something that I can't remember, as he raised his right arm, I did too –same arm-, at the same time and screamed my lungs out –if you know me, you would know how loud my voice is- Pierre then noticed that and looked at me and chuckled. Then the rest of the night I was just doing things with my hands that I later realized matches Pierre –weirdly enough- so I forced myself to not raise my arms up until the end of their set. The other funny thing that happened was, during their performance of "Jump" I was actually jumping up and down, round and round until I got overzealous with my jumps that I ended up falling on my butt –while I was falling, I remembered the time I fell off my chair in high school and ended up laughing my butt off, I'm weird, I know- and automatically got up again and screamed, Naida thought I was crazy but eh that's me. The whole band was amazing, Pierre couldn't stop asking people if he could get some beer but vocally, he was amazing, David was incredible but he seemed a little timid than he used to be, Seb was an amazing dorky guitarist, Jeff was fantabulous and Chuck –surprised me with his new body, when the hell did that guy started working out?- was blowing me away with his amazing drumming skills. All in all I was so very satisfied with their set and felt like I could die happy –well, not really- now, I missed them so much, it's great getting to see them live again. After rocking out hard, I was beat and pretty much was ready to raise my white flag but felt I should just ignore my tiredness and go on with it and plus, the next act's gonna be Travis, what physical harm could that band give me? So we waited for about half an hour before them getting on stage, while we were waiting, as usual we did the same thing but for me I added another thing, nursing my left wrist. I've hurt it pretty badly from the fall and was suffering from it but at this point, the pain wasn't the thing that clouded my head, it's more of me worrying if it'll bruise or give away a huge bump on my wrist. Now I am for one ainn't gonna worry about no bruises/scabs/bumps but I was supposed to go for a meet & greet the next day and I wouldn't want to meet the bands with a Quazimodo like bump on my wrist! So after massaging my wrist for several minutes, Travis finally came on stage. Travis Wonderfully epic! That's all I have to say. Even though I don't know most of the words to their songs they somehow made me feel like I am involved with their set, spiritually. Although, they did play some songs that I knew like Closer, Selfish Jean and Sing in which I was able to sing along since I knew some of the words. They were actually surprised and humbled by the crowd's reception to their songs, a lot –and I mean a whole lot- of people sang along to their songs and with that it shows the majority of people who came were actually there to see them perform more than the other bands. Even though I was enjoying Travis's set and was feeding off energy fellow Travis fans gave out my head was doing insane spins and honestly, I felt like I was about to get a seizure. Actually, even before Travis's set, the lights pretty much contributed my head spins which could trigger seizures –yes, I know when I am about to get them and I could remember them actually, it's called Simple Partial Seizures. Although, the lights aren't the only reason to blame my dizzy spells, it's also from the fact that I didn't sleep –at all- the night before and hopped on a plane that gave me intense head pressure and also with everyone around me keep blowing on their whistles loudly. So with that, I told Naida we should bail before I fall and other hell would happen, so she agreed and we walked up the hill to find the nearest exit and I had to try hard not to fall. I was actually walking like a drunk person but I didn't care, all I want to do right at the time was to get out of that place and rest my ears and my head.
After getting out from there, we walked up to the merch area and Naida told me to take a seat for a little while, while she checks on SINGfest's merch so she could get some for her brother. So I sat and tried to calm myself but my eyes started to wonder around and then I saw Shaun Frank and Jonny Biggs from Crowned King hanging out at their side of the merch stand. Naida obviously didn't see them that I had to tell her when she went back and sat beside me. After I told her, she got up and we both went up to them to ask for a picture, I was actually kinda shy to approach Shaun but he kinda made me feel at ease, he was really nice and sweet. So Naida and I took turns to take a picture with him after some dude who was making noises about how he wants to get a picture with Shaun but apparently his camera was dead –I didn't get a picture nor did I talk to Jonny, only because he seemed to be really busy with other fans, so I pretty much took a rain check on asking him for a picture. After the picture taking, Shaun asked me "Did you get our CD?" and I was staring at the CD in his hand and finally looked up and said "Uhh…No" he then chuckled and handed me one and handed another to Naida –yes, free CD! I was kinda confused though, I thought Shaun said he would give people free CDs if they bought their merch…eh I was lucky I guess, and am glad too because obviously can't find their CD in Malaysia and well, downloading, not many people are aware of them, so yeah. But then, I saw the other girls, they got him to sign their CD so I asked for his autograph but had to wait for a little while because someone stole his sharpie, he was cute about it too! He whispered to me and said "She stole my sharpie!" and then points to a girl who took his sharpie from him, I just chuckled and smiled at him. After Shaun got his sharpie back, he signed it and I said my Thank Yous and Goodbyes to him and then Naida and I were off.
We walked out before hailing a cab and went to 7-Eleven which was near our hotel before getting back to our room. I took a shower and made some instant noodles before hitting the sack and thank God, I could actually sleep, I was worried about that. So that's my Day 1 review, I will get back soon with the Day 2 review and Panic's show in Malaysia's review… I'm really tired right now… So with numb fingers, aching shoulders and some dizzy spells…
Adios!
 | Currently listening: We the Kings By We the Kings Release date: 2007-10-02 |
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Friday, May 30, 2008
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Current mood:  nostalgic
Category: Blogging
So today is the 30th of May 2008...
and I finally found Yasmin Ahmad's blogspot and have been reading her older posts that was posted in 2004. Reading what she wrote about her films, expressing herself through her films or even in interview, getting invitations to all these film festivals abroad and such, made me feel genuinely happy for her success but at the same time it made me feel incredibly sad.
Now, I am not sad because of her accomplishments and what not (as I wrote above, I'm genuinely happy for her till tears welled up behind my eyelids) but I am sad because I miss working in that industry as I majored in film at college. I decided not to pursue a career in it because I was tired of the long hours and the stress that it constantly brought me and now, somehow I regret not venturing out in that industry. I so much want to work in that industry again, I miss the good and bad things that working in production brought me and plus, it's way more fun than my job now.
Although, I would much rather want to be a scriptwriter than anything else. To be frank, I have about 5 stories that I desperately want to produce but sadly enough I keep second guessing myself to the point I am discouraged to even type the stories out. My confidence in writing kind of grew after my scriptwriting lecturer said that he didn't believe that I actually wrote the short-movie script that I sent in for the final assignment, he said it doesn't seem to be like a student's work. I was incredibly flattered and overwhelmed at that comment but at the same time, I was still second guessing myself, mainly because I could never look at my pieces (or any work of mine) as something I'm proud of, I know, it's sounds as if I'm ungrateful of my talent and what not but it's hard to be proud or happy with your work when you know that there are people out there who are better than you (or so they are in your head) and also, when you keep comparing yourself with your peers or friends.
I am not completely sure why I feel this way, is it because I am suddenly nostalgic with my life before or am I affected by being around two of my friends who are video editors or talking to my other friend who is a producer or because I am currently not enjoying my current job that got me into thinking to go back and live that life I once know. I don't what else to say, I just can't comprehend these feelings right now, it's just too overwhelming for me.
Till here...
With my cold and purple finger nails, blurred vision and my ridiculous nostalgic feelings for the "good 'ol days"...
Adios!
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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Current mood:  bored
Category: Blogging
So today is the 27th May 2008
I've been contemplating whether or not I should write and post this new post of mine since I guess, people will never see it the way I do. Call me a skeptic or a pessimist, I think it's much easier to be that person than the opposite since most people I have talked to about my opinions and what not could not and would not try to understand my point of view. I have been told that apparently, my mind jumps from point A to point D and then straight to point Z(the conclusion), so because of that people usually couldn't comprehend what I am saying half the time.
But that's not this whole post is all about, this post is about how people tend to see me as a "spoiled brat" because my parents would rather drive me to work or I would rather hang out with my mom than other people or I would rather stay with my parents even though I am 20+. You see, with those cynical point of views, I am automatically labelled a spoiled brat or overtly dependent child. To be completely honest, I AM NEITHER ONE.
Now, lets start with those three things I mentioned above. I CHOSE to stay with my parents because I don't want to worry about rent or my daily meal and I would rather save the money I get from my job or something for the future, I have plans of living abroad, now, that's one thing not many people know about me. I CHOSE to hang out with my mom rather than anyone else because I have always had a great relationship with her -I'm sorry to those who never got the privilege to have a close relationship with their parents- and to be frank, she's not my mom, she's more like my best friend. I CHOSE to have my parents sending me to work or anywhere I go because again, I don't want to deal with the disadvantages having a car would give me -so I can save up my cash- and also, in a way, I'm helping the environment by not owning a car and drive around the city like nobody's business (even if I want drive so badly, I would only want to drive a hybrid car and that's that). I am content with having someone to drive me around, to me, driving or owning my own car is nothing I'm interested in anymore. Once before when I first got my license, yes, I wanted a car but even then when I told my dad that I want one, he just looked at me and said "Yeah sure, either you'll pay me back in the future or you pay for your own gas and road tax." I just looked at him in disbelief at the time but I didn't get angry because I couldn't get what I wanted, I grew up not having all these great privileges my other friends get and my family taught me to live in humility and moderation. I never or rarely ever get "the good things in life".
So that's that, now I want to ask you, what does "independency" means to you? Now, REALLY think about it. If you say that "independency" is living on your own or driving yourself around or whatever you could think of. Here's the thing, one of my friends -when I was in college- told me that I depend on my parents so much because I choose to live at home and go back and forth from/to college with my parents doing the driving and she however, lives near the college on her own, pay her rents, buy her own meals and even take the public transport to go around, so she is "independent". But what she didn't understand the word "independency" is that, you're not suppose to depend on anyone in ANY way. Sure she lives near the college, her house is no where near the college (outside the state) for crying out loud! but did she pay her rent or her meals or her public transportation or even her tuition fees with HER OWN money? ABSOLUTELY NOT! You can't say you're independent when you still depend on your parents, financially. You can only say that you're independent when you don't depend on NO ONE but yourself for everything in your life. Even some friends who said that they don't depend on their parents with their cars or driving or whatever. Well, you see, your parents were the ones who bought that car for you and obviously your parents who contributes the gas money and the road tax. So yeah, you might be independent with driving yourself around but you're not fully independent if you're still dependent on your parents cash. Simple as that.
So the next time you want to tell me that I am a spoiled brat or a very dependent child, think before you speak because honestly, if I don't have any self control to my anger or sarcasm when you mention certain things, you might get a piece of my mind and we wouldn't be friends after the whole hoopla. Now, I'm not angry or pissed off but I am just sick and tired of other peoples shallow thinking.
So, till here
I'm gonna get off this chair and let my ass breathe and probably take a drag to poison my lungs further more...
Adios!
btw, if you have the chance, check out Andrew Bird, I think his music's unique and intriguing.
 | Currently listening: Kiss or Kill By Endeverafter Release date: 2007-10-30 |
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
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Current mood:  cooky/wacky
Category: Blogging
So today is the 23rd of May 2008...
Wow, two posts in one day? What? Lol, yeah I was bored and had a few questions that popped up in my head today. The questions mainly revolves around human biological colour, our skin, eyes, hairs and what not (I have no idea the scientific name for it so please excuse me).
Now, the thing that interests me in this topic was because lately I have noticed that my eye colour and my hair colour have changed. When I was a kid my eyes was very dark brown and my hair was black. Now, my eyes are medium dark brown (I know, not much difference but am curious) and my hair is dark brown (mind you, even my body hairs have turn dark brown). The question that lingers in my brain is that, "Is it possible that our hair and eyes can change colour?" I have researched everywhere about this matter and all I could find was a definite "no" to my answers. Not only have my eyes changed its colour, I could say some of my friends' eyes have changed colour too though they do wear contact lenses and that brings me to my other question, could normal contact lenses actually change the colour of your eyes? Also is it possible for our eyes to change if we end up staring the computer screen more than 12 hours a day or about 4 hours straight? I know it could ruin your vision but what about colour? Does it play a role in it at all?
As for the hair colour, one of my friends said it's hormones but I want more explanation on that rather than the usual "Oh, it's just your hormones." I want a definite answer. Before I forget, I read somewhere that these "colour changes" affects mostly (if not fully) on Caucasians. So yeah, I don't know what else to say so I'm gonna do more research and probably if any of you reading could answer my question, please post. Thanks.
Till here
I'm gonna continue listening to Bob Seger's Old Time Rock 'n' Roll
Adios!
 | Currently listening: Stranger in Town By Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band Release date: 2001-09-25 |
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Friday, May 23, 2008
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Current mood:  cold
Category: Blogging
So today is the 23rd of May 2008.... Yesterday I cried more than I thought was possible for a human to do. Wonder why I cried so much yesterday? Well, easy (may sound stupid to you but I could care less) David Cook was crowned the winner of American Idol Season 7! Yes, yes, how much of an obsessed fan can you get? But the fact of the matter is that, I believe that he is completely deserving of the gold since he's been working hard in this competition and even before Idol. It is his time now and I am proud to say that I played a part in his winning the gold. How you wonder? Well, I voted for 213 times after the last show for him at work and thank God, I didn't get into trouble for doing so. But enough about me, I just want to congratulate Mr. Cook for his winning on Idol, you deserved this gold, take it in and enjoy it. Also congratulations on getting the top spot on one of the charts with your first single in matter of hours, I'm proud of you. So my intention to write this blog today was not to brag about David Cook's win (partly yes) but to talk about the uniform issue that I read on The Star online (for the article, go here I'm a link ). Ok, so growing up in Malaysia and going to local government school I have always worn the baju kurung uniform and to tell you the truth I think the uniform is a little too "revealing". Why? Oh why? It's white for God's sake! That's why! and plus, for girls like me -big girls- the baju kurung tend to be a little tight fitting than it should be and with being big, you have big assets. So let me summarise on that part it's white (possibly see through), it's tight and my assets bulges more out so in the end could turn any perverted man on. Seriously, even though the girls aren't big or whatever, do you honestly think they would want to buy a baju kurung top that is two sizes bigger than them? Of course not! You're in your teens, you want to show your new womanly figure right? Right! Honestly this matter shouldn't be about pin pointing who is in the wrong here because everyone's in the wrong. Why? Well, men, come on, if they can get off humping a blow up doll or get off by just looking at a girl's cleavage, they definitely could get turned on by these girls in uniforms. Also, in a way, it is feeding their "kinky-ness", you know the typical, Catholic School Girl thing only for us in Malaysia it's School Girl in Suggestive Baju Kurung and you can't "educate" them from thinking these thoughts because they're humans and it's normal for them to have certain inappropriate thoughts. You can't blame the whole male race since we, women, too could look at a very appealing guy and get these inappropriate thoughts run through our mind, the only difference is that women are more modest than men because however we are, we're still a little too reserved in acting out our sexual desires towards the opposite sex (or the same, which ever you prefer) unless we actually have known that person for a while or we have gotten a little too much buzz. Now, that I've covered the male race, lets go to these girls who actually wears them. Honestly, I've seen so many ways that could provoke a male's sexual desire from wearing that uniform. Many girls (even the skinny or medium sized ones) prefer their uniforms to be tight or some even are too lazy to wear a camisole and wear bright coloured undergarments or somehow some of the girls' white fabric is a little too transparent than it should be and there's more but am too lazy to type. However, if the girl is wearing the baju kurung in a somewhat respectful way, some men like the idea of a women in full baggy clothing, it is left to their very vivid imagination of how the girl would look like underneath. It's pretty much like *lifts up billowy skirt* *shock face* Oh, hello there my pretty... (yeah, that sounds disgusting but it's the fact anyway). So yeah, there's no point of bringing this issue up anyway because you can't do nothing about it and even if you can it WILL be a long and hard process. All in all, the girls need to just be careful and try not to attract trouble if you are not up to dealing with it because men won't change, so don't hold your breath. Till here Freezing up in a cold office Please excuse my literary absence, it's cold and I can't even think straight Adios!
 | Currently listening: Nighttiming By Coconut Records Release date: 2007-03-20 |
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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Current mood:  sleepy
Category: Blogging
So today is the 20th of May 2008...
Waking up today, I felt something was not right, something was going to shock the life out of me. I tried hard to shake it off, thinking it was probably going to be something stupid or small but boy, was I wrong.
I started my day off by going to the Kedai Mamak (grocery store) near my house to get some papers and some sandwiches for breakfast. So as I was walking up to the store and when I got to the store, I bent down to pick up two newspapers (Metro and The Star), then, I saw front page of The Star newspaper "Dr. M quits Umno" and at that moment in time I froze for about full minute trying to fathom the headline for today in my weak morning mind. I stood there, bent and gaping at what I saw for a full minute (I know, what a horrible sight! Me, bending down for long periods of time but it was what it was). Then I picked up the papers and get my sandwich and paid for it, quickly I made an exit to my dad's car. I looked at him and said "Pa, Mahathir dah berhenti!" ("Pa, Mahathir has quit!") and my dad just looked at me in disbelief for a moment and replied "Hmph! Dah agak dah!" ("Hmph! Knew it all along!"). Then we just made our way to my workplace in silence but my brain wasn't in silence, it was thinking of the outcome of Dr. M's resignation. The thoughts that crossed my mind, in all honesty weren't at all good. No single optimistic thought went through my head and I started to get a mild anxiety attack which made me want to throw up and do number two. Not good. Not good at all.
Then after it all, I just tried to shake it off by taking a drag. It worked for a little while because once I got up to my office, there's The Star newspaper lying there on the table next to mine, mocking and taunting me in a way (it's early for me, so excuse the obnoxious thoughts and behaviour my mind produced) to read it.
As I read every single article about this whole situation I thought to myself "This is a good idea but it could go either way anyway. Even if Dr. M didn't take the choice to quit, Umno's going to crash and burn because there are too many people in Umno who has been blinded by their power or by their manipulative thoughts of getting the highest position possible. So either way, Malaysia is on its way down to political hell." (not to say we haven't, actually we have, thanks to you know who).
So yeah that was my thoughts on this matter, please do excuse my brief and unintelligent post (I just need more sleep, that's all).
Till here...
I'm going to go back to my hell...
Adios!
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Wednesday, April 02, 2008
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Current mood:  weird
Category: Blogging
Today is the 1st of April 2008... And it’s April’s Fools day! So, Happy April’s Fools Day to all you pranksters. Have a good prank day, just don’t go overboard and end up killing the person you’re pranking. Anyways, this is not a blog about the prank day, so let me start. Have you ever had one of those days where EVERYTHING you do never goes the way it should? Every single thing you do seems to end up badly or end up hurting yourself or other people? No? Yes? Ok, whatever, I had one of those days today and let me tell you this, when you are me, a little accident prone/clumsy on my good days and a death wish on those bad days. Seriously, in one day I manage to cut myself with a knife, hit myself on the head with the car door, ran into too many things to list down, spilled cooking oil all over the kitchen counter, slipped the wok while washing it and cut myself a little with it, had TWO panic attacks -with no specific reason- in less than 4 hours, dropped one too many things today, sprayed myself and the whole kitchen with water because I forgot to change the setting, bruised my left hip because i rammed into the car while closing the gate and many more I can’t even remember. So yeah, you see how I am a death wish to myself in these days? I seriously need to watch over myself more because without knowing I could kill myself or someone else one day in the future. So yeah, this particular post isn’t too "informative" or "interesting", just wanted to let that out and probably get a reply from anyone who’s reading, please, make me feel less of an clumsy idiotic (hot) mess. Till here, I’ll take my bruises and scabs to bed now...ahh if only I could sleep right away...drugs! do your wonders now, please! Adios!
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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Current mood:  sore
Category: Music
Today is the 25th March 2008....
And more than a week ago I went to the first large outdoor festival in Malaysia, Sunburst International Music Festival or Sunburst for short. I know this blog came way too late and to be quite honest the literature function in my brain isn’t working as well as it would normally or I am just too lazy to keep up with this thing called ’blogs’ but either or, it’s still a solid reason nonetheless don’t you think? Ok, so, that day I saw the three acts that I have been waiting to see my entire life -well, not technically but I wanted to add the dramatic effect to this post- The Roots, John Legend and incubus. However, I have honestly been waiting far too long to see The Roots live as I kind of grew up to their music and they are pretty much legendary in my book. For what it is worth, I would say every performance of the musician(s)/bands that I wanted to see, surpassed my expectations entirely. The Roots not only lived up to their ’legendary’ status -to me- but they also went beyond my expectations on how they would sound live and I am pretty sure they did gain a few more fans from their energetic and wonderful performance. John Legend however did somewhat lived up to my expectations, I mean, don’t get me wrong the man is undeniably talented and a beautiful singer, though I did sense some sort of conceited aura from him. Ok now, John Legend fans, don’t get too defensive, it shows on his stage presence and if you missed that, then you’re either too wrapped with him/his presence -yes, him not the performance- or you’re not too observant of a person to notice such things. But all in all, I loved his energy and his presence on stage regardless and have to say that I actually enjoyed myself quite a bit -I would’ve enjoyed myself more if I wasn’t stuck watching his set behind some cameraman’s ass and having some drunk girl around me who kept shouting that she will one day marry John Legend -seriously, I don’t fucking care that you’re drunk or whatever but your behavior got me so close to punching your face. Now, Incubus, they are as I remembered they once were or even better. I wouldn’t have asked for a better ending to my day that particular day. Incubus performed around 12 a.m. and as you know, as the clock strikes 12 a.m. it’s technically the next day, so what I didn’t realize when I was enjoying myself with their set. They actually performed EXACTLY 4 years ago in Malaysia, now, how ironic is that? So enough of that, Incubus was just amazing, they have great energy, they sounded even better than I last remembered, they have that quiet connection with the audience -which not many bands/musicians could achieve but they certainly did- and they are insanely humble and down to earth -and again, not many bands could be like that with the success they’ve gotten over their career. The show this time was somewhat extra special as the crowds sang ’Happy Birthday’ to Ben -his birthday was actually on the 13th or 12th, but whatever, it was sweet moment nonetheless-, Brandon’s facial expression as the crowd sang along loudly with him, them playing almost all of my all time favourite songs by them and last but not least, Brandon taking his shirt off -to this one Malay newspaper, it’s such a low-fucking-blow that you attacked Brandon as if he’s the only one who was performing half-naked, have you seen George Clinton & The P-Funk’s performers? two of them were half naked throughout their whole set and even one wore something like a ’cawat’ and you’re attacking Brandon? Don’t you guys have any other material to write about? Seriously?!. All in all it was a good night and I am blessed to win a pair of tickets to this festival, thank God for everything! I am sorry that I was giving a bitch fit about the paper attacking Brandon in one way or the other, I just have no respect for that paper, their materials and stories have no journalistic value -in ANY levels- to me. For videos go to my youtube link -click me I’m a link-
Till here, with my sore limbs, mind and talent... I bid you goodbye...for now... Adios!
 | Currently listening: Girls and Boys By Ingrid Michaelson Release date: 18 September, 2007 |
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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Current mood:  blessed
Category: Music
Today is the 11th of December 2007... About two days ago I went to one of the biggest event of my year this year. I went to Stadium Merdeka to join The Black Parade... Now friends, you know how I am with expensive tickets right? Yes, I'm stingy with it and will do my best to score free tickets, regardless if the band's playing is one of my favourites, free is my middle name. So yes, I scored free tickets the last minute and I am glad I did, the show was awesome! With that, let me rewind the time line to last Friday... On Friday, I woke up feeling horrible and sleepy even though I got more than enough sleep (I am losing my energy thanks to my dad's supplements) so did the usual stuff before going to my parents' room to listen to the radio; at first I wanted to listen and grab the cue to call from Hitz.fm, so I waited and waited and after a few minutes of them toturing me with the My Chemical Romance advertisements and songs -which made me lose every game I was playing on my phone- then suddenly, my phone rang and I looked at the ID and it was a number from PJ and I was like "the fuck? seriously! I don't need to layan wrong numbers right now!" usually when I utter those words I would just reject the call but I don't know why I answered it and this is what happened Me : hello? Lady : Are you Shereen Mohamed Kamal? Me : Uhh..yeah? (at this point I thought I got a job interview) Lady: You won a pair of My Chemical Romance ticket from Hitz.tv right? Me : Uhh...I didn't know that! Lady: They didn't call you? Me : Uhh...no? Lady: Ok, so you won tickets -something something...my hearing was blocked by the excitement- be at the venue by 5:30, there's a Warner Music booth there at the entrance... Me : *smiling like an idiot* *getting giddy* OMG! ok! Lady: Okay, see you there! Me: mmkay bye! *clicks* *pull a pillow to my face and screamed my heart out* *jumped up and down on the bed* *stopped because i hurt my ankle**got down from the bed and happy danced* Okay, so that's how the call went, Hitz.tv or Astro people, please call the winners and notify them next time...Anyways, fast forward to the concert day. I woke up around 2 pm and wasn't feeling too good because I didn't sleep much the night before -maybe because I didn't take extra sleeping medication- and I was feeling crappy and having a light anxiety attack over...I don't really know I was panicking that's all I could say -I sometimes panic over non-existent things/situations, I'm weird, I know. Then after showering and getting half ready, I came down and ate my lunch, my dad bought me Nasi Campur and the rice was, dear God! it could feed me the whole day and I was telling myself, don't eat everything, you're going to throw up but I didn't listen to my conscious and ate everything on my plate and felt a little uneasy after having a smoke. That's then, I suck it up and went down and get everything ready for the show and what not, so me and my sister got out of the house around 3:45 pm to head to the commuter Station in 16 - with my mom driving us there, of course. So as we got there, the train was supposed to arrive at 4 but as usual Commuters and rain don't mix so we waited for another 20 minutes or so before the train finally arrive. We both got into the train and took a slow ride -because there were too many people on board and the bad weather's not helping- for about 20 minutes or so. After we arrived I was dodging Sunday walkers around the Sentral to get to the Monorail, I was scared that we both couldn't make it by 5:30 pm, so dodging people and giving mean stares to get myself through was worth it. So then we reached the Monorail station and got our asses on the monorail and we were well on our way to the venue. We had to stop at the Maharajalela stop to get to the venue and silly old me thought that we have to go through walking on the hill road to get to the venue but there was a few steps of stairs connecting the venue and the station, I sighed in relief but as I did that, raindrops started to make themselves visible on my forehead...rain, wonderful! To be honest, I always thought how people could watch a concert in the rain and God showed me, I'm not mad but am glad because my question was answered. So after walking around with my sister looking for the Warner Music booth, I started to panic and I knew I had to smoke before I hyperventilate and pass out. So took a drag and walked around trying to figure out where the hell was their booth, I saw a Hitz.fm cruisers truck but I didn't think that Warner's booth would be there but I went to look either ways and if there's no booth behind the truck I could always ask someone there. So as I was walking to the truck I saw Sherlyn (she works for Warner, she handled Click 5's winners which I won =P ) so I walked up to her and asked "Warner right?" and she was like "Yes..." then the other girl, I think the girl who called me said "You're from Warner?" and I was like "Uhh...." I wanted to say yes to get VIP passes but Sherlyn recognized me and yeah, I don't think it's possible anyways but couldn't hurt to try right? So Sherlyn told the girl that I'm one of the winners so she asked me for my IC and checked it, I signed the paper and got my tickets and then I looked at the tickets and I was surprised that I scored two Yellow Zone tickets -it's pretty near to the stage- I was expecting seats but I got standing/pit tickets so I felt really blessed and thankful by that. So I said my "thank you" to them and scammed off to get some liquid and to look for the entrance. After getting some liquid me and my sister, sat down at a curb near to the Yellow Zone entrance to smoke our lungs out and hang out before going in. As we were smoking, the rain started to pour even more, I was sitting at the curb smoking with a Dewa19 concert advertisement on my head to cover my precious little head from the harmful acid rain. After a few minutes, I told my sister to get up and line up so we could get the best spot for the show. Me and my sister was talking and what not and the crowd started to move little by little and I ended up standing behind a Mat Salleh (don't get too excited girls) who's someone's dad so me and my sister just stood there minding our own business and talking and my hands got me into a situation, how come? you might ask? Well, I talk with my hands - you know, when you talk your hands yap away along with your mouth, like emphasizing what you're saying in an annoying way. Now you must wonder, what's the big deal? Well the big deal is, when you talk with your hands you tend to accidentally hit people with it and in this case I kept hitting the Mat's ass as he was shorter than me and my hands sits perfectly in the same level as his ass. So I accidentally hit his ass one too many times, a few times in the beginning I didn't say sorry because I thought he wouldn't feel it but at one point I really hit his ass hard that I let out an almost loud yelp and said I was sorry and he replied "Oh, that's quite alright..." *chuckles* =/ I don't really know if he was being nice or you know...I'm creeped out, yes I am. Then after that, one of his kid got sick and vomited at the curb and that almost made me throw up myself. As I couldn't stand the smell, I had to smoke and I kept smelling my armpits (the wonders of 24hours Nivea deodorant) to stop the vomit smell from entering my nose and tickling my throat. So after that incident, around 6:40 pm or so they let us in and i told my sister to hid the camera in her jeans but her pocket was wide enough and her hoodie was long enough to hid it. So after getting everything done with the tickets and what not (you know what sponsors? you guys seriously tested my patience with the ticketing shit, find another way to make it sophisticated without being time consuming, seriously, figure something out!) me and my sister made our way to field and well, the stage was quite far like Good Charlotte concert but I didn't mind really, I thought I could always get the crowd running and push myself up front but no luck the crowd weren't insane enough... So as we all wait in vain for MCR to rule the stage, the opening acts kept us busy. The opening acts were One Buck Short (this marks the fourth time I see them live this year) and Pop Shuvit (ew! can you imagine they played at my prom! ugh!) and OBS was amazing as always. Mookie looks like he has lost some weight and Izal is sporting his new grown hair which looked like a slight 'fro. I remember him telling my friend, if anything he would rather be like Trohman than Wentz =/ so the 'fro is making you get the force of the Troh master? Well, whatever, as long as he's happy... So the opening acts lasted till 8 pm or so and we waited for almost half an hour in the rain before MCR took the stage. As the clock strike 8:30 pm, the stage was shocked by MCR's energy and amazing-ness. I kept looking for Bob but he wasn't there, I lost the memo that he wasn't coming because of a wrist injury. So that made my heart sank, I wanted to see him in action but he wasn't there but Tucker (or something, sorry, hehe) Bob's replacement played it well and he's quite the looker too! The whole band was amazing, energetic, wonderful and modest. Gee was amazing but he was paler than I thought which scared me a little, his hair was long too, reminded me of him during Three Cheers. Frankie was amazingly sexy in his own way and undeniably amazing, he even reminded me of a friend from the way he dressed. Ray, honestly, need I say more about Ray? No, he's just simply wonderful and his solo was great, mixing old school rock and the blues together was classic. Mikey...was really and I mean REALLY sexy! I never would for one second even think this scrawny emo-ish boy would ever be sexy, he proved me wrong that night, with his long hair and sweat and newly found confidence...WOW! The whole show through, I got a really good vibe from Gee (especially) and the whole band the whole night. Even though our side was really far from stage but Gee didn't forget to acknowledge us to keep jumping and what not, I could say the crowd in Yellow Zone was amazingly energetic and crazy but in a respectful way which has its upside and downside for me . Upside, I don't have to hit/scream/shout at idiotic people like I always do ; downside, I can't get to the barricade for a good view and the kids were tall, seriously tall. Around 10 pm The Black Parade came to a close but I wasn't satisfied, I wanted more but it was enough for me to have such memory in my head. After that, me and my sister took a drag before getting out from the venue. Again, I almost got into the VIP walk because the security thought I was one of VIP's -wonderful eh? two times that day, I could pass off as one of the VIP's- but I didn't because I don't want to get into trouble for it. So walked through the hall and got out and saw these workers for Celcom giving away free posters, at first I wanted to grab one from the dude nearest from the exit/entrance but some other dude got to my attention and gave me THREE posters! Yay! So after that, I looked for my sister before going off to get home but before that I bumped into my ex-college mate along the way, Amy and her boyfriend Alan, I was surprised to see both of them there but we had a good chat before saying our "goodbye's" . After that me and my sister made our way to the Monorail and I was so thankful but yet felt a little empty because I didn't get to see Bob in the flesh. So, when I got my ass up to the station I saw one dude that looks like Bob back in the Three Cheers days! I was like "Oh dear God! Ain't I lucky?!" You know, even though I didn't get to lay my eyes on Bob, I saw a look-a-like, that's enough for me and we shared train rides some more! I got to see him a whole lot that day which made my day somewhat better...Then got back to Subang and went to Pan and ate our late dinner/supper then got home exhausted and took a shower.... All in all, I am so blessed with winning the tickets and the experience it brought me. I am so blessed, Syukur Alhamdullilah! I am also blessed at the fact I got to see all of my most favourite Decaydance/Fueled By Ramen bands this year, it's a wonderful year and I am so so so so insanely blessed! For videos - click me I'm a link- Till here... With my tired fingers, happy heart and lost thoughts... Adios!
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Sunday, December 02, 2007
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Current mood:  sad
Category: Life
Today's the 2nd of December 2007... A year that's almost coming to a close as they would say and I am happy with what this year has given me, good or bad, I am thankful. No, this is not going to be the-end-of-the-year-blog but it's a blog to appreciate the people that I love so much in my life. I just finished reading a blog post that Patrick (from FOB) put up on AP.net (AbsolutePunk) and I have to say "Bravo!" to him because he took every word from my mouth and made it perfect in his blog. He wrote about how, lately, people that he knows dying and what not and it was really sad to read that he was in near tears writing about a certain someone's passing. In his post he also mentioned the passing of an amazing guitarist, Casey Calvert from Hawthorne Heights(need to be mentioned here, R.I.P Casey, you will be missed) he died about a week ago and it has been a hard for his family, friends, fans and acquaintances. Patrick also mentioned the passing of other people in his life and as I continue reading his post, I started to feel weak and felt the waterworks that's build up in my eyes came rolling down my cheeks. Now, I am not crying because of the passing of his friends and what not -I am sadden with it, seriously sadden by it- but I was crying because there are things that he wrote, that really struck me and made me remember the time when my dad told me that he's going to get a bypass and he said that there's a 40% chance that he might not make it through or some of his limbs won't be useful anymore. Then when I remembered that day, I remembered kissing my dad's hands and have tears roll down on my cheeks that ended up on his hand, he realized that but couldn't do anything about it as he doesn't know how to react to my actions. I just got out of the car, crying my way to work and crying almost all day and by the end of the day, my eyes were so swelled up that my eyes looked like it has been stung by several bees -I look insanely ridiculous! When I got home my dad saw my swelled up eyes and he just looked at me with his concerned eyes and sighed loudly. We didn't really talk after that, my family, we have never really been emotionally connected with each other, we know we love each other but we never say it out loud or show it, so the silence for us is to respect each other. Then, I remember after a few days, he asked me when I'll be free and I said that I'm not sure and I asked why he asked, he said he wanted to spend time with me and the rest of the family...there and then, I ran up and broke down again. I know he wants to make me happy and what not but I couldn't bear with it at all and every single time anyone mentions heart problem, bypass and death, I couldn't stop thinking about my dad. I am so scared that I'll lose him; I know that he is going to leave this planet one day but I couldn't face the fact that he will one day. After that period of time in my life, I learned to accept death if it comes to me or any of my family members or even the other people that I love and adore but lately the deaths that's made known to public and the deaths of people in tragedies made those weak and selfish feelings come back (it's not a bad thing as lately I have been unbelievably cold towards any touch-y feel-y feelings, it's a moment, we all have it, I'm sure). Then after letting my torturous and analytical brain think about the particular moment I had with my dad, I felt selfish for crying when my dad told me he was going to get the surgery but what can a daughter do when her father tells her flat out what to expect? I felt selfish for hating him for telling me but I couldn't hate him for long, he means the world to me, he brought me to life -he and my mom of course. (Now, I remembered how Tiesha felt when she told me the death of her uncle hit home for her, Sha, I am sorry I wasn't emotional enough at the time, I was blinded for not seeing and not feeling, I'm sorry, I, now, feel it.) All in all, I just wanna say to any of my friends who are reading this, appreciate the people you love everyday because death is always lingering around the corner and it's always going to wait for you or anyone for that matter. I know we tend to forget and lose touch about death but never leave one person you know unappreciated, you know you will regret it one day, I know I have, I wish he's still here... To everyone I know very well or not at all, I appreciate your presence in my life, I couldn't thank you enough for everything you gave me... To the people I absolutely love (you know who you are) I love you all so much from the bottom of my bottomless heart, I love you and I am sorry if I have ever hurt you in the past, you know I never meant it. Also, thank you for being in my life and giving such love and appreciation I've never felt in my life, you guys mean the world to me... To the people who have lost someone they love in life, I am sorry for your lost... Till here with my heavy heart, swollen eyes and worst attempt to be poetic... Adios!
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