Party mood

Roger Sanchez rules!

Wow, I had a fantastic Saturday night at the DJ Thirst at Sepang F1 Circuit!. Roger Sanchez played and I was blown away. His music is just so danceable that you cannot stay still. Somehow your feet will twitch at first then, pretty soon, without you realising it, it's dancing to the beat on its own! *grin*

We went in late, nearly midnight, as some of us were late - got lost somewhere in Nilai. Not me, I knew how to get there. *GRIN*

Anyway, when we went in, Roger wasn't playing yet. Whoever was at the console was okay and we could dance to his music. But when Roger Sanchez came on, you could feel the air charge and fizzle with his infusion of trance and techno, salsa beats. It was goooood. I couldn't help but sway and jive to that mix! Haha, someone commented that we were like 'papan' when we got there initially, coz we weren't dancing straight away. Sure showed him that we can dance, and we dance well. *ahem* Hee hee.

As usual, we were enjoying ourselves dancing, Estella and me. But poor Jaymee looked lost. She didn't enjoy herself that night, just not her kind of music. My colleague though seemed to have enjoyed himself. He said that he hasn't been to one of these things in ages on the account of old age. Well, looks like he caught up with it all last night! *grin*


It was a good night, but it was unsatisfying as we had to leave early! Coz someone had a migraine and we daren't let him drive back alone with something as bad as a migraine. It's no joke when you have a migraine. It's darn painful as you all know. Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Well, that's not true. I would too. Mean!

Since we were unsatisfied with it and the party mood was still upon us, Estella and I decided to spend Sunday having an expensive brunch plus maybe dancing later. We ended up at Starhill the tapas place and we saw Dr. Mahathir with one of his nieces having a drink there as well! He looks old. I wish he weren't. He was a good leader.

Later we wondered around Starhill and we were drawn to this very nice jazzy music coming from somewhere above. We just aimlessly strolled and chatted. Suddenly we realised that the music was near. We went to the balcony and looked down. There they were, the quartet, on another level below us. There was a pianist, flute, drummer and a cellist. The music was so soothing. We lingered and fell quiet and just enjoyed the music. Suddenly, I noticed that the drummer was cute and he was looking up at us and smiling. We smiled back. Throughout the half and hour, he would look up and smile at us. In the end, they finished the gig and I looked at him, caught his eye and silently applauded him. He inclined his head in acknowledgement. He then did totally unexpected - he motioned for us to come down and go for a drink. I looked at Estella and she looked at me for a moment, then both of us nodded.

We strolled down and as we were approaching the band, the cute drummer and pianist were walking towards us with smiles.

They reached us and we shook hands and introduced ourselves. Funny thing was that their body language indicated that they were drawing themselves away, that the offer for a drink never existed, so naturally Estella and I did the same and we said,

Us : Well, thank you for the music and someday we might come hear you again.
Them: We are playing in Shiouk in a bit, why don't you come listen?
Us : Really? You play downstairs as well? Wow, maybe we might just.
Them: Going anywhere tonight?
Us : Yeah, later we might go dancing.
Them: Oh? Where?
Us : Dunno, somewhere latin.
Them: There's a latin bar in Westin called Qbar.
Us : Yeah, we know. We might go there then.
Them: Okay, we'll look for you later.
Us : Sure. See ya.
Them: Bye.

We must have looked prettier from downstairs.

A little pink lie

Sigh... I was supposed to go diving this weekend with Tom but I'd already promised Estella that I would go to the Sepang DJ Thirt Final thing with her two weeks ago. I felt so bad that I cancelled my trip with Tom. I do want to go diving, but then diving at Pulau Sembilan? The water's murky. But then if I just want to go there to clock my dives the murkiness should not matter then. *sigh* I'm being pulled apart here. Diving or raving? Which one? The rave thing has Roger Sanchez plus Estella's getting me in for free and free booze too. The dive is... diving! I love diving. Maybe Estella is right, I should just save up my money for the Perhentian dive in July.

I told Tom I was having my period.

I know! For shame Sharon! God, I was blushing when the penny dropped and he exclaimed dryly, "Why, you have your period isit?" I was like Omigawd... how embarassing is this? And I was on the phone to him and my face was HOT.

*squirm* I'm not totally lying, OK?! It's due... I just don't know when coz it's late and irregular these days. I just don't want to be eaten by sharks while diving! Nah, that doesn't happen in reality la. Maybe 1 in a zillion or something. Yes, you can certainly smell the smoke now, can't you?

It's mere semantics. I may not have my period NOW but I might in the next few days. So there. That's my little white lie.

Anyway, I really need to get away this weekend, or else I'll go just crazy. The pressure is getting to me and I'm gonna blow. I wonder what type am I? The type that goes loco and sprays a M-16 around, or the type to just stick c-4 all over and let it blow to kingdom come? I have no idea... hah... I'm probably one that just keeps quiet and let people pile on more shit on her. Damn. I've got to do something about this.

Reality f*cking bites!!!

Bloody freakin' hell! Wahhhht a shit load of ass-full crap! Argh! I'm just so pissed off! It was surreal the way shocking and surprising information hits you. One came in a casual conversation, and the other through a simple BTW...

Boss: Sharon, what are these newspapers?
Me: Oh they are those that I've not had a chance to read yet.
Boss: I see... can you move them by today?
Me: Okay, sure...
Boss: We need to make some space for *BEEEEP*, for her to sit here.
Me: Sure, no problem.

In my mind, I had this big word that starts with "F" in caps booming out of the darkness when she said that last bit and my inner demon shrieking in protest like a banshee.

Bloody hell, I cannot believe she is sitting next to me! I'll just have to put on more opera to drown out her loud and grating voice.

I mean after our comflict, I've tried to be civil to her as I knew I would have to work with her every day and see her everyday. But I never thought I would have to see so much of her or so close!

It's gonna be so annoying the next few months.

The other surprising news... pales in comparison to this whopper... plus I'm not incline to divulge the details just in case it too comes back and bites me in the ass.

Sepet

I love Sepet! I watched it last night and my god, I love it for the unsubtlety of it all! I love the fact that it's such a Malaysian movie, that it is not a Malay, Chinese, Indian movie but it's just a Malaysian movie! We should all be proud of Yasmin Ahmad. She's amazing. I love the fact that it sheds light onto taboo subjects, that it allows for a glimpse into a Malaysian life. My god, something we can ca,, Malaysian without adding all those race tag ons. Wow. It feels great to have something so true to us. At last, I feel like we have something to shout about. World, this is what Malaysia is all about. We are not Chinese, Malays, Singaporeans or Indians or Lain-lain, we are Malaysians and don't you forget it! *GRIN*

Yes, and the part where Orked's mom and aunt talk about her getting 5 A's and getting a scholarship and Jason getting 7 A's with no offer in sight. That was good.

It's about time someone addressed the blatant unfairness that the Government has foisted on us non-Bumiputeras. We are Malaysians but we are treated like second-class citizens. We study hard and we get good grades and yet we find it hard to get into local universities? I had school friends who failed a few subjects in their SPM and yet they were offered scholarships and they are now doctors!!! And that is why we don't ever go to government hospitals!

Why is it that an outsider say an Indonesian can come in here, do all sorts of bad things, marry a Malay here and he's in and treated like the Prince of the Land??? All just because he is Muslim that's what. It doesn't matter that he was not born on this land as all of us are. If they want to talk about Bumiputeras (Prince of the Land) and the right afforded to those who are bumiputeras then non-muslims should be allowed such privileges too as we have been here longer than half of the malays here! I say down with this bullshit Bumiputeras status, down with the government's plan to push lazy people onto a pedestal they clearly have no right to and down with this the discounts that all bumiputeras get when buying house or land! It is just not fair. Why are we non-muslims paying through our nose for a false citizenship? That is why we have a brain-drain problem here. Non-Malays pay exorbitant prices for education overseas because our own government doesn't see fit to grant them with scholarships and help when they need it. Why should they come back here and serve the community and government that abandoned them when they needed help? We cannot build a nation that is lopsided and now it's so lopsided that I'm surprised that the heavier side hasn't toppled the entire balance beam and throw us all into hell. Coz we are all too polite that's why. Coz we are all afraid to rock the boat. Coz we are more like Indonesia than we like to think that's why. The corrupt officials and the makan-duit enforcers that we have. Pfftt. All of it is crap. Doesn't matter than we have the Petronas Twin Towers, that we have KLIA and the Sepang Circuit, all shiny wax covering a rotten apple.

I hope that this film can open a lot of prejudiced eyes and maybe one day, all of us can truly be proud to call ourselves Malaysian. At this moment, I'm glad Sepet was made and has triumphed in the media. What else can this amazing film do???

Hair Follicle Flavoured Maggie Mee Goreng

I was having dinner with two colleagues at a mamak stall that I've never been to near the ofc today, for reasons that will be justified later on, when one of my colleague pointed out a strand of what I can only hope is human hair in my maggie mee goreng. Funny thing was that he didn't say anything, he just pointed. It wasn't that long and neither was it short - definitely belonged to a girl and that girl wasn't me. My hair is way longer than that and my hair is not layered. So I don't think it's mine. Gross. I didn't want to appear too sissy to my colleagues so I continued eating my maggie mee goreng flavoured with hair folicles. So I squeezed out my lime on where the strand rested, hoping that the acidity of the lime will kill all hair related germs. I took but a few more bites when he alerted me again that there was another strand of hair in my dinner! And this time it was short. ARGH! What the hell?! Where are all these hair coming from? I really don't think it was me as my hair is long and my hair-dropping rate is not that high!! If it were, then I'd be bald by now seeing that it's been 5 hours since dinner! Both of them were teasing me that those strands were mine and that they should have not told me. Typical illogical male logic. Blech. One of them even suggested that I would not have known if it were all mixed in! Yeah sure, I won't notice that there is someone's DNA flossing my teeth!

My colleague is right about one thing though, I'm never going back to that mamak.