Friday, November 30, 2007

I AM IN LOVE WITH JAMES MORRISON. AGAIN!

The Accoustic Concert held at KL Convention Centre last night as part of the Live & Loud KL 2007 was fantastic!

OK, not the whole concert, just the James Morrison part. If you don’t already know, I am a big James Morrison fan. Click here for my past posting on a video of his song.

The show kicked off at 9pm with Dayang Nurfaizah who warmed up the crowd with her hit songs and some covers. She did OK I guess, but I am not a fan, so I wasn’t too thrilled. In fact, I almost fell asleep during her performance. Luckily she didn’t take too long doing her thing.

The organizers could do a bit more in the organizing department though. They took painfully long to get things going. I guess the saying about Malaysian time is correct on every level.

Rick Price (or is it Pryce?) came on next. He wasn’t bad, he just took too long. The only song of his that I know was “Heaven Knows” which that Daniel ‘Prissy-Boy-Who-Can’t-Sing-But-Won-Malaysian-Idol-Anyway’ Lee had forever spoiled for me.

So, when Rick Price was doing his thing, I was just so anxious for him to get to the song, because that would mean the end of his show. The guy was quite good really. He sang well. He played guitar, piano and harmonica well, and he was a one man show throughout. It was kind of nice, but it did have a sort of a troubadour feel to it, a street performer kind of thing, y’know. His fans might beg to differ. In the end, I must say, he was just not hot enough to get my full attention. Perhaps he should have taken his shirt off or something.

James Morrison came on at 11pm after an agonizingly long wait. The crowd went wild when he first appeared, and continued cheering throughout. Understandably, since it is an acoustic show, the air wasn’t as electric as say, the Linkin Park concert and James Morrison wasn’t an electrifying performer like say, Gwen Stefani. So, obviously there were no incidences of the crowd pushing each other and fans fainting and panties being thrown up on the stage. There was at the end though, a fan who managed to get up close and personal on stage to give the artiste a bouquet of flowers before being whisked away by security.

Also, at the risk of embarrassing myself, I must say, there were lots of swooning fans (moi included) that were quite close to being carried away on a stretcher.
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Nevertheless, James Morrison is special in its own way, and the show was superb in its class. I absolutely love it and I absolutely love James Morrison.

And oh, I didn’t buy the most expensive ticket, but since there were many vacant seats at the front, I did get a whole lot of value for each sen I paid. After all, with less than RM200, I got to see James Morrison from less than 10 feet away, how cool is that??? The people who paid almost RM400 must be cursing themselves silly.

Suffice to say, I had a really really good time last night.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Colour Me Red!

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I heard this piece of celebrity news on the radio this morning about Madonna being criticized by animal rights group for dyeing her pet sheep in multicolour for a Vogue photoshoot. I laughed so hard I almost had a fender bender.

I don’t understand why the animal rights groups are kicking up so much fuss about it. Dyeing sheep in various colour isn’t gonna make them sick, unless of course if they use toxic colours, which I’m sure they didn’t. At the most, the sheep will feel a bit weird about being different from the rest of the sheep in their flock. But even so, who knows, the sheep might actually enjoy being different and may think that for once, they get to wear colour just like human beings.

Besides, even if the colours don’t wash off , sheep gets sheared don’t they?

Read more here

Among others, the animal rights campaigners are saying that it is sending the wrong message to the public and that if there are copycats, they may use the wrong type of dye and may actually harm the animals.

Hmmm, sounds like some people we know here.

(On another note, I’m imagining The Sheep at the office in technicolour. Must be funny.)

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Animal torture happens everywhere. From Africa to Asia to the good old U.S of A. In fact, more often than not, it happens in our own backyard. We just don’t realize it much because we think it’s nothing.

Here, I wrote about how much I love animals, especially my fishes.

Then here, I wrote about torturing insects while proclaiming that I love animals.

But, animal lover that I am, I have been known to let them starve and die.

Yesterday morning, as I came down the stairs, I saw one of my fishes floating in the fish tank. Mork has died. I’d like to think that he died of old age, considering I’ve had him and Mindy for a few years now. But my gut tells me that he died of starvation, because I always forget to feed them. Parrot fishes are actually kind of hardy. They can go a long time without feeding. But even so, if you do it often enough, they would be malnourished and obviously will get all sorts of disease. So, all in all, I think I am totally to blame.

Mindy is left all alone now, but I think, her days are numbered too. She just hid in the corner of the tank refusing to eat when I tried to feed her this morning. She moved so slowly too, like she has lost all the will to live. Maybe I should get her a new partner. Maybe I should take her to see a shrink.

Anyone knows where I can find a fish therapist?

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When I was a kid, I used to bully (or torture, depending on how you look at it) my cats despite loving them with all my heart. I remember I used to pull a whisker of my cat and then shoving it up the cat’s nose. He will then sneeze, and will try to lick his nose clean. I would then quickly close his mouth just as he was doing that, thus leaving his tongue hanging out.

All of that was because I wanted to study the cat’s tongue. So, out came the magnifying glass and ice-cream stick, and the torture will go on till I notice the cat’s eyes pleading at me to let go.

I don’t know why but I did do that ‘experiment’ a couple of times to different cats. Didn’t feel a speck of guilt back then. But I do now.

Thank God I never did anything worst than that.

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As for colouring animals like Madonna did, yes, I did that too. Except that I used my mom’s red food colouring, and I didn’t even manage to colour them right. Worst, the colours won’t come off my hands so I was caught, literally red-handed.

Padan muka when I got my punishment later.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Random Ramblings Not Worth Reading # 8

When I was a kid, my siblings often found pleasure in teasing me that I was adopted. Stupid that I was at that time, I believed every word they said.

One sibling would say I was picked up from Papua New Guinea (why PPG, I have no idea, and stupid me, I didn’t even realize that I look nothing like anyone from PPG). Another would say someone found me near a trash can in town. Someone else would later say that they picked me up from a remote orang asli village in the jungles of Gua Musang. The creativity mind you, was limitless.

The stories would change so often but their laughter remained the same. They found it hilarious that I believed it and would be so affected by it that they teased me even more.

As outrageous as it may have been to an adult with full brain processing capacity, the stories were in fact plausible and believable to the tiny bird brain of a 4 year old. Thus the reason why I was often found cowering in a corner somewhere, feeling sorry for myself for being abandoned by my ‘real’ parents. At one time, I even packed my clothes in a suitcase, thinking that nobody loved me and that I should run away. While I was sobbing, I wouldn’t even believe my mum when she tried to assure me that I was her own flesh and blood. I don’t remember what happened after that, whether my siblings were reprimanded for severely taunting me or if they got away scot-free. My memories of that moment are rather hazy.

My then-teenage siblings never actually quit taunting me after that, at least not until I was old enough to recognize and point out that I look sebijik like them. Even so, every now and then they would drop hints or innuendos that made my self-doubt creep up again. This, of course, would be their idea of a fun time. Nasty buggers.

It does bring us to the question though, Why would it be so bad if you are adopted?

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with it. But kids being kids, being adopted equals being abandoned. The fact that someone loves you enough to take you as their own child is irrelevant.

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My father was himself an adopted child. He had 8 siblings, and when he was 7 years old, his aunty who was childless offered to adopt one of her sister’s children. My harried grandmother (possibly too tired to refuse) asked her kids if anyone would willingly want to be their aunty’s child. Guess who came forward then? My dad.

Suffice to say, he became the only child of his aunty, loved and pampered, and didn’t have to share anything with his siblings.

Now, that boy, my dad, nobody could ever taunt him about being anak pungut. After all, he volunteered!

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Anyway, this story was one of my favorites about my dad. At those times when my siblings were mercilessly teasing me about being adopted, I actually wished someone else who are childless would take me away so I would be their only child.

The irony of wishing to be adopted to escape the taunting of being adopted was somehow lost on me in those days.


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Have a good weekend everyone.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Let's Have A Baby!

My friend W suggested a few days ago that I adopt a child. I almost fell off my chair when I heard that. W said she had resolved many many years ago that if she’s still single by the time she hit age 30, she’s adopting a child. So she’s doing it now and wants me to do the same, preferably taking a child of the opposite gender to hers so that when they grow up we can marry them off and be ‘berbisan’.

What the bloody hell?

I have to admit, the thought never crossed my mind at all. I do not know where she got it from. W, as far as I know is someone who is exactly like me in a lot of ways. She enjoys being single and she is independent and headstrong and completely comfortable in her own skin, warts and all. So it came as a surprise that despite her cherished independence and fancy-free lifestyle, she wants to adopt a baby.

W told me matter-of-factly, “Sue, don’t get me wrong, I don’t need to get married. I don’t need a husband. I just want to be a mother”.

Well I’ll be damned. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to be Angelina Jolie?”

“No lah! I’ve always wanted to have a child and since I’m not getting married anytime soon, I don’t want to wait for that to happen before I become a mother”.

“Oh, okay then”.

“What about you, Sue?”.

“Hell NO! I don’t think I have it in me to be a mother, married or not. I lack the patience and I’m too selfish to take care of anyone but myself. Besides, I value my sleep too much”.

“Hmmm…”

So that’s the end of the subject for me. But for W, her new life is about to begin and she’s pretty excited about it.

Surprised as I am at her decision, I am slowly beginning to understand it. She is not desperate or lonely. She is not doing this for the companionship or to compensate for her not having a man. She is doing this simply because she really wants to have a child. And I think it’s noble of her not to place an emphasis on having her own flesh and blood. After all, with the number of orphaned and unwanted kids out there needing parental love, people should really start thinking beyond preserving their own genes and accept these kids and love them unconditionally. For this, I think any child would be very lucky to have W as a mom.

I’m glad that W is confident enough to do it on her own. I have nothing but respect for single mothers. My own mother is a single mom who had raised her 5 children single-handedly. And so I have no doubt W too, can be a good mom in her own way.

I just hope that she won’t be asking me to baby-sit.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

The 102nd Post

Bloggers normally make a big deal out of their 100th blog posting. Some write something very profound to commemorate the event. Some others start tags. There are also those who finally come out and reveal who they are on that special occasion. Then, there are also those who decided to be all dramatic and quit after the 100th post. I’m telling ya, it’s like soap opera in here.

Not me though. I completely missed the whole thing. Post No.100-- not a big thing. Neither was 101st, coz I missed that too. So this is my 102nd post.

Looking back at all that I’ve written in here, all 101 previous posts, I can't help but wonder how I have ever gained readership at all. This blog is nothing but an online diary, where I say what I want to say, off the cuff, unrehearsed and unplanned. Thus the reason why so many times I would contradict myself over and over again, say the wrong thing all the time, and babble on and on about absolute nonsense.

To paraphrase Seinfeld, Tattlerama is a blog about nothing. It’s not serious. It’s not informative. And it’s not the least bit funny. But it does give me great pleasure to just ramble away in here just to let off some steam. Whether or not people actually read it is irrelevant. When I’m tired of rambling on and on in my own blog, I blog-hop, and when I do this, I’ll be stuck online for hours and hours.

Blog-hopping can be time-consuming, as I’m sure many here would attest, and when you find one with a post you want to be a part of, rest assured, you may just spend half a day posting one comment after another in that one blog. And if there’s at least 10 decent blogs with discussions that you want to participate in, rest assured, you would probably just makan gaji buta at the office the whole day.

Some blogs can get to you from the first hello. Others are acquired tastes. Some others, you keep coming back because you feel like you’ve known the blog owners a long time, even if you’never met them. Whichever one is the reason, some of the blogs and bloggers out there are pretty amazing and always leave you wanting more.

I’m hooked on quite a few amazing blogs. The first being, The Kimster whose sleek penmanship I find hard to resist. He’s smart, he’s witty, he’s sardonically funny and at times, he’s very moving. What I love most about him is that he is humble and unpretentious, unlike some blogger who writes some pathetic lines and call it a gem (like me?), OR those who uses too much big-word adjectives in order to impress rather than express (definitely not me, coz my vocabulary is limited to 7 words), OR those who romanticise everything, even their trip to the loo (no, I’m not talking about you babe, in case you’re wondering), OR those who refer to their readers as their fans (bleergh!!) OR those who think that just because their Letters To The Editor were published in yesterday’s newspaper, it means they are now accomplished writers (a case of syok sendiri).

Okay, I’m ranting again. Let’s get back to The Kimster. This guy has taken to writing only short notes for now, or nuggets as he calls them, but I sure do hope he’ll find it in him to carry on producing more intellectually stimulating pieces as he has done in the past. Hurrah to Kimmy!

Another favourite blogger in my list is Pugly (Yes Pugs, I’m mentioning you again for the umpteenth time, SO SUE ME!!!!). Too bad, Pugly has called it quits for now, presumably in order to concentrate on poking people on Facebook. However, due to overwhelmingly alarming death threats and basketfuls of rotten eggs being thrown her way, she has promised to return to blogging one day. I sure hope she does, for it is a pity to lose a blogger like her who exercises strict quality control in her writing, never writes anything that is tantamount to random ramblings, and writes very well-thought out and usually non-partisan posts on various subjects. I’ll be waiting for the day when ‘the eyes’ open again, but until then, I’ll be content just spanking her on Facebook on a daily basis.

Kak Teh, I’m sure we all know her, the articulate journo-blogger who often entertain us with her tales of her life and experiences in the UK. Kak Teh’s writing is often beguiling to say the least, for she has a way with words that just sweeps you off your feet and takes you laughing, crying and smiling along with her.

Makji Esah is another blogger whom I can’t seem to get enough. I first discovered her through the blogger search bar, when I was looking for posts about Raja Nazrin and his then-impending wedding. Her brutally honest rant and self-deprecating humour is hysterical and hugely hugely entertaining, and I never looked back since.

Then there’s JT, a Malaysian in the States, who is smart and funny and is a total sweetheart. She writes about everything under the sun and even when she’s having one of those thingy we’d like to call a writer’s block, would find something from the net to post just as a filler, just so her readers wouldn’t be disappointed.

Another blogger, Pi Bani writes about her work with HIV+ patients, and giving us an inside information of what it’s like to be living with AIDS. I must admit, I’m totally ignorant when it comes to AIDS sufferers and HIV carriers, but through her blog, I’ve gained a considerable amount of knowledge and understanding about it and its related issues, not from the medical standpoint but from the people standpoint. It’s amazing what she does, and I wish I have half the courage to be dealing with the kind of things she deals with on a daily basis. Hat’s off to Pi Bani!

To those bloggers I neglected to mention (you know who you are), my humble apology for I did not mean to cast you aside. If I were to mention each and everyone of 'em fabulous blogs and bloggers, my post would never end, and you would’ve skipped to other sites and would not still be reading this now.

There are many other blogs that I like immensely, but sadly the owner has thrown in the towel for whatever reasons known only to them. But with each one that quits, 2 more start blogging, and so this realm we call blogosphere is growing ad infinitum and we will never be short of things to see and learn from it.

There are various styles and themes to all those blogs out there. Some deal with serious stuff, and give you update on politics and breaking news. Some deal with entertainment and other light issues. Then, there are also those that seem to be a cry for help. The latter seems to be a trend these days. I found quite a number of disturbing blogs that tells of the bloggers troubles, depressions and suicidal tendencies. Whether it’s true or mere gimmicks I wouldn’t know, but it’s heart-warming to read in the comment box such wise and kind words coming from the readers that may help console these poor beings who poured his or her hearts out to strangers online. If anything, it shows that people do care.

As I was saying earlier, I do not know what made people come to my blog and I know I am not yet at that level where I can claim to be a writer. But then I realised, people read blogs not so much for the quality of the writing or lack thereof, but for the interaction that comes with the writing. Whether it is mine or any other blogs they habitually go to, it is a means of communication like any other, except that the players do not normally know each other out of the online world. We are basically strangers, who grew close in blogosphere, and bonded through written and unspoken words. Such is the world today, where our pain, angst and desperation drive us not to the arms of our loved ones, but to the flickering computer screen of a person who lives half-way across the world and whom we’ve never met and possibly never will. And more often than not, this person, this stranger, this virtual friend, can be a better confidante and give you a bigger shoulder to cry on than someone you know back home.

So, cheers to all that.

Cheers to the internet.

Cheers to blogs.

Cheers to friendships.