Aged and Tanned

It's been ages since I blogged. Since the last post, I have taken a holiday, and moved in with my sis.

This transition period went well on the both of us, I think. I have not spoken to him except when it came to the property and what to do with it.

I came back from a holiday with Jules at Langkawi, 3 nights. Just a chilling laid back holiday. No drinking till we pass out, no picking up strange men, no impulsive shopping, nothing. Just a budget holiday two of us, no itinerary nothing to keep us.

Except me lying on the beach hours at a day. That, was the itinerary.

I came back home late on a Saturday night. But glad I could keep Jules for another night.
It felt strange going back home to mom's. But mom is still mom. And I hugged her and told her how much I've missed her. I asked if she missed me too. Which she did not reply to.

But I know I needed her more than she needs me.

I told myself, that's all it takes to get me through this : My mom, my sis, Jules, my bro-in-law, my dad and maybe a job. A job like the one I wished I got.


Anyway... Keep focused. This is what I want.
I'm not bawling my eyes out. Coz there was nothing to mourn for.


Separate lives that became a routine.

Jacky Cheung

It was my first ever canto-pop concert. I did not know why I decided to go for it. Maybe coz Jacky's been here for countless time and the last time I wanted to catch the musical "Snow● Wolf ● Lake" the tickets were too pricey and Steve was not willing. He's not a musical person. Neither was many of my other friends when they found out the price.

So it was that, and the moment I heard of Jacky's concert I was determined to go.

As we arrive in heavy traffic, very late on that Friday evening, I asked myself again, "What was I thinking going to an all-chinese concert?!"

First, it was the congregating of Bengs. Second, it is songs I don't know. It is songs I cannot relate to.

Anyway, tickets were bought many months ago. We're going.


We parked and headed to the stadium.


We had numbered seats and no one was in our seats when we got there. It was relatively good seats coz our ticket was priced at RM 198 per person.

To my left and to my right, were teenager and no one close to my age. Till a few rows ahead. There was a row of uncles and aunties.

Jacky has been singing for 23 years. Many could relate to him. So it wasn't surprising that old and young came to watch him.


He's a brilliant entertainer. Explosive first song. But explosive was the song. Titled "Love Sparks" (or something like that. My Mandarin nor my Cantonese is barely there)
Gladly, I wasn't the only banana there. Ask the Melaccan Deslex. He was there too.

It wasn't until he was free-wheeling and shouting his heart out that I truly enjoyed myself. Coz I yelled my heart out too. And wished I was free-wheeling with him.

The concert was much too formal. The audience was much to silent and behaved. Unlike the previous concerts that I've been to. But I guess Canto-Pop goers are generally timid crowds. They didn't cheer very loud, they were very paiseh about things and I just looked left and right in awe. It was unbelievable how well behaved this bunch of ppl are.

I wish I could jump out and dance to some of his fast songs and wished I could be on the field just dancing to his music. But everyone was glued to their seat and I just felt.. out of place.


Concerts to me, were not defined to that. To just that.


But either way, he delievered a brilliant performance. All worth it for the headache and the money.

I shared conversations with Jules and Jerri Berry after, they were equally amused.


Thank you Jacky. You're an amazing performer. My top Canto-Pop singer (coz you're the only) Too bad Emil too bad Lee Hom, I didn't make it to your concerts. But then again, not easy. Not cheap ;)


Brilliant. And thank you for singing the golden selection and bringing back wonderful memories. More than 10 years ago, when I was still playing music, your pieces were my chosen exam pieces. I loved your music then, I loved it now (though never understood it)

Thank you.

A Weekend Never Before

It was a long and different weekend. The "project" was finally done. I'm still waiting for the wave of euphoria to hit me. And as usual, everything anticipated disappoints.

Honey & Jones

Jerri Berry hatched her gotchi 4 days after Honey. And named him Jones coz Tom was dancing around the house to Tom Jones' songs. And when she found out the gotchi was a boy, Tom said, "Tom Jones?" and raised one side of his eyebrow.

She burst into laughter and named her gotchi Jones.


On Thursday night, Jules, Jerri and I congregated at home to usher in the National Day. And to keep idle hands occupied while tongues are flapping, we played mahjong.
(Some might say it's the other way round, no it's not)

Unfortunately, Jerri was shutting down by 11.30 pm. And they went home by scooter, to avoid the Merdeka crowd.

Jules stayed with me and mom till 2.00 am. It was the first time mahjong centre was open till 2.00 am with Jules' attendance.

The weekend follows and came good. The girls went out on Saturday to watch Transformers. And for me, my third seating. Cool. I enjoy the movie and it has a great soundtrack too.

But something else was always the topic of our conversation. Something I anticipate. Maybe not them two. But definitely me.

Family can be the greatest and the worse thing that ever happened to you. Looking at Jules and my sissy, I am so glad that they are here to help me, to harbour me, to support me and to keep me strong.

I do not think my decision is wrong, nor is it right. Like what zero says, "there is no right or wrong, only what's appropriate" Maybe this for me is appropriate.




Enough said. More then. Or more after this weekend. Saturdays seems to be the only day that picks me up.

Thank you for being there for me.