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Desktop Confessional

Monday, July 31, 2006
12:49 AM

How do I know that I have been blogging as sporadic as the sun appears in the UK?

When the post regarding the end of semester 3 ("The End") and the one regarding the shiny new semester 4 (this one lah) ends up on the same page.

I know, I know ... I am one lazy girl.

So to make up for it, here's a quick review on what I've been up to of late.

Wangi Jadi Saksi

Thanks to da best PR person evarr, and good guy all around, (Nazrul!) a bunch of my friends and I got to see Wangi Jadi Saksi on its opening night. And let me tell you, they were awesome tickets as we were sitting so close to the stage and to the musical troupe providing the live soundtrack of the play.

For those in the dark, this play revolves around the confrontation between Hang Jebat and Hang Tuah as seen through the eyes of Jebat's wife, Dang Wangi. If you're Malaysian, you should have heard of this story (if not, shame!). For those still in the dark, the tale of the confrontation between Hang Jebat and Hang Tuah is one of the most enduring stories of our nation. Here's a crash course of the general plot: worship the Wikipedia.

There were a lot of things that was good about this production. I really loved the cast as I thought they were just stellar in their roles. My favourite was Sobri Anuar who played Jebat, as I thought he delivered the role with enough conviction and I really did feel the betrayal when Tuah subtly told him that he was there to kill him. Oh, the anguish.

Vanidah Imran was haunting as Dang Wangi, particularly when she was in monologue. It gave me shivers hearing her lament on her loss and then hum a sad song. But her portrayal also struck me as a tad over the board, and often melodramatic.

But you know what was the best part of the play? The music. OMG THE MUSIC. It was beautiful, it was spiritual, it was completely mesmerizing. When you are seated two rows from the musicians, it really leaves a deeper impact.

I definitely would not mind catching Wangi Jadi Saksi a second time, seeing as my Malay is soo karat that I didn't totally get everything that was being said. If only I had enough moo-lah. The month of July has been event after event, that I am left broke. As usual.

Lyn, myself of poofy hair, meesh, and Winnie who just got back from the States.

It is sad how easy it was to write this post, as opposed to the struggle I am facing trying to type the feature on student activism due for the college newspaper.

*seethes and pounds on keyboard*

Money Is For Spending.

Saturday, July 08, 2006
1:55 PM

I got my paycheck last week .. and it was a proper paycheck for a month, not like the first one where it was just for two weeks. The amount wasn't a hell lot, but it was enough for me. The first thing I blew it on was lunch at O'Brien's on my last day of internship (great sandwiches but shit service). And the rest was today with my Mom. I bought her lunch, drinks and then took her to do her eyebrows. It wasn't much but I paid for everything.

And it felt really good.

I've concluded that I am a very generous person ... if my bank balance allows it. So pls don't say I am a typical Chinaman! :P

I'm going to go shopping tomorrow. Well, I plan to anyway. I say "plan to" because I'm not sure if I'll actually go through the whole process of withdrawing money (heartbreak) and then spending it on something I don't quite need but want. Want is stronger than Need sometimes. We'll see. God knows I need some variety in my clothes. I've been wearing the same t-shirts in different colours for far too long.

So the internship is over, and me and Stef bid adieu to everyone at the office yesterday. It was a lot more painful than I thought saying tata to the people I've been seeing almost daily for the past few months. Shermen took a polaroid of us. For the Intern Hall Of Shame (as Brian would say).

KLue was great fun, and the only thing I'd regret is leaving when I just started knowing everyone better. I shouldn't really be talking although its the end as I'll still be doing some stuff for them, and I have to go back to return a book I reviewed and collect the remainer of my paycheck anyway.

Along the way though, I went for mucho events, experienced the so-called media perks, met and interviewed many interesting people, ate a lot of good food .. wrote a hell lot more, had the editor stumble on my blog (how embarassing :P Hullo Adrian, if you're reading), and discovered that I am really in the right field of work.

So thanks for the opportunity.
I had a very good time.

No Auto.

Friday, July 07, 2006
12:21 AM

I wanna gooooooo. But as usual, its a Thursday night, tomorrow will be a working day, the bf won't be able to send me back etc ... all culminating to the fact that I won't be able to get home. Hence, I'd probably end up not going. Booooo. I want a car. Would someone be so kind as to give me a ride?

Nope? Didn't think so.


I am listening to Real McCoy "Another Night". What. I happen to lurrvee that song. And dont pretend you dont know it. Another day another night but always youuu... Don't sing it lest you want it stuck in yer head for yonks.