Hm, why celebrate July 29?
According to Miss Heidi: The Lion King was born.
(Again, if only you know what I mean)
Date: 2005, July 29.
Local time: 15:16.
Location: In the office (PJ, Selangor), looking at the computer screen.
My heart: In Hungary, and everywhere else. Body and soul kind of separated.
Being a imaginative person is bad, very bad.
Having BIG dream is not helping.
I’m down. Indeed.
p/s: pls come cheer me up
Wrote: Soo Hua
As thirty-seven-buck is big, as it seem to me (now, when I am poor)*sobs* I merrily spent it tonight, on ‘Jit happens!’ even though it is cheap seats, according to Jit lah. {{Hey Jit, but I didn’t get cheap jokes, did I?}}
He is smart, he is dark, and he is deep.
For whoever does not knows Jit Murad, he can makes jokes out off just anyone, from a mother’s to a politician’s. He does not talk SHIT, has a brain. (Not ‘drain brain’, as he referred to those MP-lah, in his one-man-show tonight) He plays with words and hit right at the heart on target. Most importantly, he makes it FUNNY man!
If you still didn’t get me, he’s kind of the Malaysianised chandler as in F.R.I.E.N.D.S. or could be smarter, caused I have yet to see chandler say anything funny about BUSH =D
To start with, theatre is about connection, reflections, and illusions. Connections with the audiences (we are never invincible to the actors on stage); reflections on us; and illusion on stage where thing was made surreal yet fascinating. In the end, it mirrored us, or life.
Hmm, this has to bring me back to the very first few days in university. I had chosen Acting & Improvising as my elective course, and the rest is history. I love it. It was my newfound loved after I entered university. For that, it had added rainbows into my days.
As the little me, I have always loved those amusing, cynical and witty plays that makes me chuckle or to be précised, ‘laugh at ourselves’ kind-of-thing. Jit happens to have the package for all that! Seriously, he made us laugh at things that we had always bite our lips when comes to it. Things that are very much us, Malaysians.
He may not have very good sense of dressing lah. He actually wore a pair of shoes looked like two-year-old and never been washed on stage tonight, with a baggy coat looked like it belongs to someone else. Well, you will oversee those not-so-important stuff for someone as cool as him, I guess.
P/s: For those who wants a laugh, please get the ticket for Jit’s coming shows (I don’t know when lah), preferably his one-man-show. It will be all worthwhile even though it’s 37 bucks to see someone to blah, blah, blah for an hour and a half. Because he’s JIT.
P/p/s: Another cool actor whom I fancy most is Zahim Albakri. His coming play will be showing at actors studio, 20-24 July. It’s an restaged, and an award winning. It’s my favourite, just yet. I’d love to go for it, again, if I’m financially allowed. =>
My head is too small to talk about why or what had happen to london last Thursday.
Similar attacked at new york, bali, and madrid in recent years. Those are among world’s leading countries in many ways. They stand tall and proud. But not when you do not feel secure, not when you are afraid of being attack at work, on the streets, in the trains, or buses. What is happening? What had ‘powers’ done to them?
Hmm, let’s leave the politic to the ‘politicians’. Or, I’ll be full of shit. And I know it.
However, I have a say on–fear.
You have no idea what damage had it done to someone in those incidents unless you have experienced it yourself. This london attacked reminded me of my very own experience, where the bus overturned while I was in it.
Ever since, I hate speeding, being inside a bus where I have no contact with the drivers as if I lost control at my position on anything that will happen, drive pass trailers or whatever kind of huge vehicle on the streets. Simply put it, I do not enjoy speed anymore.
There are so many ‘what if’ in mind. Imagine the wheels come off at high speed, the bus in front skid, or… so many things to be afraid of. That feeling is not pleasant. Even the smell and noise of the busy street I get when I wind-down the window make me sick.
To share with you: I had about five seconds to have things sorted out in my mind on ‘what if I die’. My loved ones came first into my mind when it happens (I know who). I truly believe so will yours. I saw grief on them if terrible thing were to happen to me. I wasn’t thinking about me in those five seconds.
So, now what about those people in fear of getting out of the house because it is not safe outside? How much kind of fears do they have to bear, or to get over them? It is indeed very sad to have to live in uncertainties. It is not gonna be happy.
I love peace, peace of mind, so do you, and everyone else.
With hope, I pray those ‘wiser’ than I am people out there will lead us to a better future. Finger crossed.
For the past 26 hours had been the darkest day in my entire life.
I was been robbed. My Renault cap was gone. *sob…sob…* My very nice Miss Selfridges jeans blazer was gone too. Not to mention a few not-so-important stuff, which were inside the car while it had been broke -in! The moral of the story was never put any kind of the-least-eye-catching stuff, or to be save, just anything inside your car while you are gone, under just any kind of circumstances. [take that from me, people!!!]
Yesterday, at 1800 hour, I happily headed towards my car from my apartment- on the way to Chili’s for my b’day celebration. When I reached at my car, I noticed the back window had smashed into pieces (while my heart was being broken into pieces too) *uggghh* It was a horrible sight for me on such day.
OK, plan changed.I got Helena came to pick me up (actually Aunt Varkkey did). I left the nasty scene to my beloved sister. I am blessed with this angel in my life- my sister dearest, she had been there for me at most of my terrible adventure in life- to help me clear up the mess I created.
Hmm… at least I had a great dinner with some great pals. Two surprises for me during the dinner: [1] I got new pink handbag that I actually wanted (thought that I would not get it any sooner before my wages is out!) [2] The servers at Chili’s actually sang me ‘Happy Birthday To you’ (Loud man!!)
I really hope that the wishes made before the cake with lilted candles works! Finger crossed.
Okay, this morning I went to the police, to have my police report done. I thought, it was going to be easy. I needed to run into two police stations to get it done. Anyway those people with those stars on their shoulder, was rather co-operative, maybe they thought I was pity and alone. Nevertheless, slow la the way they work!
And the saddest part had yet to come. I went to the workshop. I was really stupid not to asked about the price before I let them do their work. I thought I was a regular customer there, so, ‘they won’t cheat on me one la’ But it turned out, the bill was 360 rm!!! I thought it was to be like a hundred or less, OK?!
I am the stupidest girl in the whole wide world for what I had done! *sob-again*
First, it was the Renault cap. Then, the bill I had to bear.
My heart-ache. Really, really!
Yesterday, my initial plan was to drop by at Helena’s (walk-able distance from my office) to watch the Magny Cours GP qualifying so that I would not missed Fernando in action- Live on TV! (Awww)
As I much loved, I was able to get off work early. All smile. I thought I could enjoy the whole session from the very beginning. I pushed hard on the paddle, heading home. That feeling was like my dad was waiting for me at home to take me to the store, buying me new colour pencil when I was ten. You know that feeling I suppose.
When I reached home, I let my bag on the dining table (as I always did). Without wasting a second, walked over towards the TV. My arm was already half handed out before I realized those words stick on TV: wired burnt. The hand was faster than the brain. I thought: Heya I should not had got off early. That was how I missed it. Yes, he had pole position again at Magny Cours.
While at dinner with my sister (in Alexis: they have #1 blue berry cheesecake!Yummy!) I got a replied call from Helena. She suggested for a sleepover at hers to watch the LIVE 8 Concert lived on ASTRO. Hureee!
Thanks to Robbie William-we slept at 5am the next day. Still he had not performed just yet. I surrendered, cos’ my eyes could barely open.
Sunday shopping was great. I got new pants from ZARA, on sale! =) Thanks to my sis, I am in debt now.
TV-out-of-service did not help on a race day. However, it was not all bad. Provided with that excused, I was able to watch it at Bar Flem, J. Telawi.
My Renault cap was on top of my head through out the race. And the team had made me happy and proud, again! [Mucho gracias por hacerme feliz!] That made it up for the qualifying that I had missed.
After the race, we got on with the Wimbledon Open at Finnegan. My first experience for tennis. It was pretty good (R. Federer vs A. Roddick). Would it be the next sport for me to kill time? 
My sister had been given me inspiration to love sports all these while. I saw my first football match with her, which was Euro’96. I saw the first formula 1 race with her in 1998, one year before GP at Sepang.
However, I’m too occupied with F1 at the moment. And I believe I’m very much loving it, still.
* Five hours ago, I was 21 when I watched Fernando lifted up his fifth trophy in 2005. I am now 22, writing this.
My birthday wish has somehow to be related to that too! =) I am going to blow the candles with my friends at Chili’s, looking forward to that.
‘Thanks for the whole idea and making it happen Helena. Thank you!’ *smile*
Having breakfast with girlfriends is one very happy thing to do; at least it is for me. It is kind of pampering to enjoy the food, and at the same time having a little girl-talk, its fun. Kopi ‘o’ or teh tarik with tosai, roti, or telor setengah masak would be just fine. Thank goodness, I was able to do it in Serdang too! (Mucho gracias mi mejor amigas por hacerlo conmigo-you know who you are ;))
Last Wednesday, I had my favourite McD breakfast with Jaime. As I know I am a clumsy person, but Jaime is no better than I am. She put creamer into her tea instead of sugar =D. So, it turned out, she had ‘teh tarik’ in McD. Two of us at one small table were like—two buffalo in a china shop. It was as if we were back in those hehehaha days in KSAH.
As usual, my Sausage McMuffin and Jaime’s Big McBreakfast served with pepper & salt. As Jaime put the pepper over her egg scramble, she mumbled, ‘aiya no tau yew (soya sause)’. It was somewhat cute: A Chinese girls in a fast food restaurant thinking of Soya sauce.
I thought this’ little sacrifice we make to eat in a western eatery. Even though you like best to have egg scramble with Soya sauce instead of salt. This picture reminded of one particular episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guys. The straight guy from the States was married to an Italian beauty. He said something to the wife that was really touched at an Italian style dinner that he prepared for her. It went something like this: ‘I know when one moved to the States, there are a lot of things they have to leave behind, their family, mother tongue, and culture. But, there’s one thing that they can always have it with them, it was food’
You will never have to leave your home food behind no matter wherever you are.How true is that?
It was only a breakfast at McD, and while seven 11 is just steps away to get a bottle of Soya sauce! You are already thinking of it.
We can have nasi lemak in Paris.But it is never the same ‘nasi lemak’.
*What-so-ever, I’d love to live through the feeling of having nasi lemak in Paris, whether I will like it, or not.
