Moonwalking In Heaven

As i was finishing my bowl of Maggi soup at the mamak, the Tamil radio announcer mentioned Michael Jackson along with a bunch of jibberish words i cannot understand. The first shocking thought that came to mind: He's dead. Why else would a Tamil radio station suddenly talk about the King of Pop?

It was a shocker when my guess was confirmed and it still is a shocker now. Thanks to my Dad and his endless love for music of his era, i grew up listening to MJ. I remember watching him, clad in his signature white cotton tee and black pants, doing his routines in 'Black or White', the first music video i've ever loved.

During the time when Michael was sporting his long, black, curly locks (which was exactly the same hairdo as my Aunt's), I remember a very young and confused me - young enough to think that only women have long hair - asking Dad:

Me: Pa, is Michael Jackson a girl or boy?

Dad: What is his name?

Me: Michael Jackson

Dad: What is my name?

Me: Michael

Dad: There's your answer

Fastforward a few years later and MJ looked like a different man altogether. Spooky, even. Then the molestation accuses came about and suddenly, people were talking about everything MJ-related except his music. Whether he did what they said he did, honestly, I don't give a hoot. It's a pity that most turned their attention towards the conflicts rather than focusing on the talent that this legend harboured within him.

He opened up a whole new ball game for the blacks and there is no denying how much his music has helped to change the world. One video that makes me tear every single time is 'Earth Song'. For a five-minute song, the melody, lyrics and music video pack such a powerful punch that you cannot help but to feel the pain of Mother Earth and the animals as we shamelessly deal them blows after blows of destruction.

Indeed, Michael Jackson is a legend, dead or alive. And i can only hope that people stop milking his death for their own gains and just celebrate the man whose music has given the world a sweet, sweet sound.

To Michael, may you rest in peace.

Oh crap, i think i'm starting to tear again.

The Bad Temper Smiles Too

Since yesterday was an awesomely happy day, i dedicate this post to a few of the things in life that put a smile on my face.

The colour blue. Blue dresses, blue bed sheets, blue note pads, blue seas...

Shopping at Forever 21 with Karen Marie.

Having sms-es / phone calls answered by friends during periods of utter boredom.

Talking to / feeding animals.

Listening to good music. Which would include songs from Jason Mraz to ACDC to Frank Sinatra.

Gossip-ing and engaging in pointless conversation with Joyce Yap.

Looking at pictures of my mah mah and yeh yeh.

Singing. On and off key.

A getaway to anywhere but KL. We all need a break occasionally. It helps keep us sane.

Spending hours on the phone with Ning Yi and Eun Hae.

Being in the company of my family.

Seeing that someone when you least expect to. And when he takes the effort to layan you.

Playing with kids and seeing them smile.

Having my overseas friends in Malaysia. Sue, come soon!

Feasting on good food.

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"Happiness is the source of a smile but smiling is also a source of happiness"

Where The Eagle Soars

Can someone please fly me back to Langkawi?

After months of talking about a beach getaway, it finally happened! It was awesome being able to temporarily leave the chaos that is KL. And even awesome-r that i got to spend time with two friends who sometimes know me better than i do.

Langkawi in its natural wonder.

What is yellow, super cute, floats and doesn't talk? Karen's rubber ducky!

At the beautiful harbour where rich people park their boats. I love Joyce's solo shot because of the little boy kowtow-ing behind her. Uber funny!

6 bottles of Corona, 3 bottles of Vodka soda, 1 bottle of Tequila, 1 bottle of Vodka, a few limes and lemons - when you splurge on alcohol without thinking, you end up with no bottle opener to open the bottles, no knife to cut the lemon/lime, no cup to do shots with. Yes, we are champion alcoholics like that.

Random beach shots that tickle my fancy...

Oh, don't even get me started on the Marine Park. It was so beautiful, you would feel like you've just stepped into a scene of some beach flick. The water was unbelievably clear and there were even sharks and sea-urchins! Definitely a new albeit slightly scary experience to walk into the water and be surrounded by hundreds of fishes. If it wasn't for Karen, snorkelling virgins Joyce and I would have freaked out.

There's just something speacial about swimming in the clear sea while looking down at beautiful corals and marine creatures. Something soothing and relaxing that KL cannot offer. A few minutes when your mind does nothing but just appreciate the beauty of the vast world under our waters. If only i had an underwater camera to show you how pretty everything was!

This holiday is awesome on so many levels.

Karen and Joyce went parasailing and failed their landing miserably. I got bitten by a fish AND a crab on the same day. We went banana boat-ing and received a splashing surprise. Joyce learnt how to swim (well, sort of). When Joyce fell from the banana boat into the sea, she got so panicked she didn't even realise the water is only waist-high.

Also, while on the tour, we met a Ukranian (mind you, he's so hot he looks like Shia LaBeouf!) who would eventually fall victim to one of the stupidest acts i had ever done. EVER.

To express what had happened in writing is almost impossible but let's just say that when hot guys (especially the ones you like) want to start a conversation with you, never cut them off and tell them "I'm sorry, i've got to go. My bus is coming".

Yes Ren and Joyce, i know i "damn potong steam". Geez, i really can't believe i blew it. Three encounters, him making the first move...it could have been so easy! Darn it.

Packing up and bidding farewell to a holiday is a bitch. Period.

The next day, i got grilled for getting much darker than i already am. And that is when i realised the trip is officially over because there is nothing more effective than a nagging parent to send you back to reality...

Prince Hairy & Princess Lea

Signs indicating that your hair needs a snip:

The staff at the salon remembers you as the girl with the "super long hair".

The hairdresser does not know how to charge you for your hair steaming treatment because the length of your hair is longer than the hair length for their extra-long-hair package.

When you sit down, they elevate the chair to enable them to reach the ends of your hair without having to bend down.

Instead of one, two shampoo boys work together to apply serum on your hair. One working on the left and the other on the right.

While blowdrying your hair, the two hairdressers have to squat down to blowdry the ends of your hair.