Having A Break

So, having a BONG face ain't that good after all.

When your face is stoney, ur speech becomes Mr. Monotony.

Ok, Debble.

FOCUS. FOCUS!!!!!

Find the right words to say. Be confident. Have passion. Be full of enthusiasm!!!

I think I got YeeLin's talent. Of becoming all Zen-fied and expressionless during a presentation.

NoNO. You cannot afford to have that.

You must be the iron lady who will be able to stand still and look confident even when your nerves inside your body are vibrating crazy. The body must stay intactly STRAIGHT!!!

And have tone in your voice. But don't sing. NEVER sing.

Sigh. So many things to contemplate for and watch out for a stupid moot.

p/s: To all my dear mateys out there, thanks for giving me those comments. Imma working on em now!!

Ok. The Friday night in Genting was fun.

I never thought that Oldies music can be cool too.

And I didn't know that Asians [OLD Asians, to be precise] can be screaming around, whistling and singing along with the singer. Word for word. And they didn't go out of tune at all!!!

I sort of had a cultural shock in the Arena of Stars auditorium. [the chairs there are cheap plastic]. I never thought it would feel almost... ALMOST like any young people's concert.

The best part... the guitarist of Herman's Hermits was doing this super high kick, the ones that you will see during a rock concert. The express and cheap way of seeing these high kicks?? Watch SCHOOL OF ROCK.

And what's worst. There was this bunch of AUNTIES [and I really mean AUNTIES here...] screaming and chanting H-E-N-R-Y; just the way the lead singer taught us to do.

The bad part of the concert?? My dad got us 2nd row. Which is super front!!! And given that I'm tall... [Ok, with this age group of people, I am considered as SUPER TALL] I stick out like a SORE THUMB!!!

And I was wearing this purple dress which is too short to be worn alone [and it is freezing cold too] over my usual 3/4 ah-ma/yoga Esprit pants. I sticked out even more. I should have just blended in with all black.

[Sharon is right. I shouldn't be too tall. But I've already grown to this height!!! Which is neither short or a model's height. Damnations.]

The most bizarre part?? My parents were behaving like ardent teeny-bopper fans. They actually asked me to jump up and take a picture with the lead singer!!! WTH!!! Sorry, oldies... I ain't the ardent head-on-the-floor fan to actually jump out of my seat and take a shot with the singer.

The music was pure fun. They did a cover for Jezebel and it was totally AWESOME!!! I never thought that the rock of the olden times can be relatable to modern times.

I wanted to go into the casino to have a look but I was thrown out. I didn't fit the criteria of a twenty-oner.

So we just walked about. And met the guitarist again. He smiled at us. Which means he actually saw us during the concert and remembered us. ARGH. I don't like attention!!!!!

Given that I am all in for the whiney zone again, I shall SHUT UP and get my arse back into the freezing room and start doing the FREAKING economic loss essay and practice more for my MOOT.

This sucks.

p/s: Awake is a bloody good movie. We Own The Night is a not-bad only.

I'm too lazy to upload the pictures from the concert. Maybe I will when I have the mood.

Moot = No Mood. [But I have to be a hypocrite to show that I am in full good mood to give a good moot.]