Party time

Oh-my-God.

My eyes are wide awake, but my brain is still asleep.

Considering that my body just about to recover from the jet-lag I had coming back from the recent trip to Europe, staying up late last night and coming home to nearly 4:30am(!) wouldn't make it any better for the recovery process at all..

Yes ladies & gentlemen, I went to Perth Pride Parade, and later the Pride Party last night, and I had a bloody swell of time! ;-)

The Parade seemed to be much better organized compared to last year, and the fact that effort had been made to do a simulcast show with the radio Nova 93.7FM, really helps to set the festive feel among the crowd, with boppy/dancy music simultaneously coordinated to the on-going parade. There was even some fireworks to boost too!

This year, Neil & I again joined one of the float parading down the street, and boy it certainly bring out a lot of memory of my first parade I did here in Perth in 2001. The feeling was tremendous back then. It just made you proud of who you are, and where you are in life, sexuality doesn't seem to be any issue at all. And last night, I felt it all over again. Totally exhilarating.

Even Mark was in the parade too with us, along with his niece and her friend.

Later, we all head out for pizza, for our late dinner, and then we went separate way, since Neil & I are going to the Party afterwards. But beforehand, we stopped at the latest gay bar in town, just recently opened in Perth: Eurobar, just to see how the place is, and boy was it packed!

Everybody was definitely high on the party mood after the parade, and we just can't wait to head out there to the party venue.

The Party itself turned out quite good too. Staged at 2 different venues (but still within a short distance to each other) due to problems securing a bigger venue earlier in the year for the party, I decided straight away that we would stay at the Gilkisons (a bigger dance hall with high volume of ceiling) rather than at the Ambar (a smaller, more intimate club-like dance floor).

Unfortunately, everyone else was thinking the same, so we ended up having to stay in a queue *bummer* for quite some time before finally being allowed to get in by the security.

Despite that initial brief setback, we had a great time dancing, as soon as we got in. Oh yeah. The organiser had done a good job selecting the line up for the night's DJs, and the visual electronic display and disco-lightworks are truly up to standard.

And of course, yours truly had really burn the dance floor while having such a wonderful time (when were the last time we dance? :-o Like so many MONTHS ago?!!) Luckily nobody was murdered nor seriously injured in the process of doing so. Hehehh..

What party?

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!

I just realised that tonight IS the night for Perth Pride Parade & Party for 2004. Thank God I didn't miss the date, or it would have been terribly disappointing for me, considering that I've never missed attending it ever since my first one in 2001.

Woohoo.. partypartyPARTEEE!
:-P

Sir-lang-gore anyone?!

Malaysia got a special mention on last night's episode of Kath & Kim. Well.. it wasn't exactly "Malaysia". More like "Selangor" instead.

It was the episode when Brett had to go and visit his supposedly terribly sick Mom back in the Gold Coast, bringing along baby Epponnee. And Kim, being her bitchy self (of course) just simply couldn't be arsed (apparently, she didn't quite get along well with the mother-in-law), although she wouldn't mind fantasizing Brett inheriting the poor ol' lady's wealth, should anything happened to her at the hospital.

Brett's mother's a wealthy woman indeed, only she wouldn't dream of her money fell into the hands of that bitch Kim. Especially, thinking of all her precious collection of Selangor Pewter stuff.

And there it goes: "Selangor" was mentioned not once, not twice, but a few bloody times! Except that, it was done with a typical Kath & Kim exaggerated style. So it was pronounced as: Sir-lang-gore. (At least Johor is a much easier name of state to be pronounced accurately! Haha..)

After a while it was a tad bit embarrassing for me, but then, it WAS an episode from the famous Kath & Kim. Only that, it just doesn't help these sometimes helpless Australians on the correct pronunciation of all words of Malay-origin.

I'll just have to try not to act surprise (nor frustrated for that matter) though, if some European looking tourists approach me whenever I'm back in Malaysia, asking me where they could find a Sir-lang-gore Pewter store.

That's just a true sign of a die-hard Kath & Kim fan I bet! ;-)

The pikchures are ready!

Went to pick up the holidays photo on the way back from college today... Woohoo!!

I guess the holiday bug still hasn't completely left me, so I ended up going through the shots one by one once I reached home. Reminiscing the good time we had back in Paris, Berlin & Vienna.
*sigh*

Unfortunately, there's so many of them photos, it would have to end up like the rest of our photo collection from the previous holidays, collecting dust inside the respective photo envelopes, rather than being arranged neatly in a proper photo album.

[Gosh.. gotta get myself organized, and get all those photos in place too! ]

OR.. I could scan them and put it over the net?!

[Arrrggghhh.. Noooooo.. too much work to do..!!]

Aisehh.. what to do? :-/

And the dam simply burst..

Reading abdaziz's blog yesterday makes me think on why some people react to certain things differently compare to others. And he was talking about reactions to the scenes in the movie, at the cinema.

Well you know, those horrible bunch who always laugh insensitively during sad scenes, or even worse, making jokes and laughing hysterically during scary horror scenes.

Why can't they just act normal, and be sad or scared accordingly as what unfolds in the movies. Or even if THAT is hard enough, why can't they just shut up and let other people enjoy the rest of the show?

Me, on the other hand, find it very easy to be moved by the sad scenes in a movie; the good decent ones of course. And a very convincing acting helps a lot too.

I remembered during college time, back in ITM Shah Alam, when I'd go and watch the movie Powder (starring Sean Patrick Flanery, Jeff Goldblum, Lance Henriksen & Mary Steenburgen) again, & again, & AGAIN, and still being touched each time. Never once that I left the cinemas without my red teary eyes.

Then there's the movie In America (with the Oscar-nominated performance by Samantha Morton, although it was the sisters' Sarah & Emma Bolger cute performances that really steals the show) which I watched during my flight coming home from our Europe holidays earlier this year. We just had finished our in-flight meal, and the movie was about to end. And then suddenly there it was: the daughters were telling their Dad that it's OK to let their (dead) brother go, and tears just rolled down my cheek without any hesitation. Right there (in a flight full of other strangers who were probably wondering: What the..? But hey, I was enjoying my in-flight movie OK?!) and just like that.

On a recent note, there was the Sex & the City last Monday night, in one of its final episode. The one when Samantha finds out a very shocking news about herself. I was still calm and controlled the moment she got the news. But I failed miserably the moment she shared the news to her fellow girlfriends, during Miranda's big wedding day.

And it wasn't the sad news that really touched me, at leasts not as much as the fact how accommodating & understanding the other girls were when they heard it first, even Miranda on her very special day. Just the thought of no matter what happened, you could at least have you best mates to rely on. And THAT's when it happened. All hell's break loose, and my emotional dam simply burst. Just like that.

It must have been the friendship factor that touched me the most, and I guess Neil understood it, and just let me sit quietly next to him, half-cuddling me while I just sniffed-and-snorted myself, with a vey wet tissue paper clutch in my palm, through the rest of the episode that night. Very comforting.

I don't know. Maybe I'm a tad bit too in-touched with my feelings, when it comes to all things sad and emotional. Or maybe I'm just being too emphatically stronger when it comes to being understanding the feeling of what others are going through. Dunno-lah.

One thing for sure, all these never brought me down. Instead, all this sad scenes in movies and TV shows just made me more conscious to reflect on myself and my life, and made me realized how lucky I am to have what I have now.

I supposed, a little bit of reality-check every once in a while in one's life could never do any harm at all.

THAT song

Zzzzzzz...#$#$%&#$%#^&$*(........*

In my struggle to fight the clutch of my zombiness state, I came across this website, featuring a surprisingly catchy (haha) song: The Llama Song.

It certainly perk me up a bit, THAT for sure.
Now, if I could.. only..take.. my eyes.. o-f-f.. t-the.. com-pu-t-e-r.. s-scre..e-e..en for.. a.. w-h-i-l-e..
@_@

The return of the zombie

Yeah.. sounds like a title from some old B-movie, I know.. but THAT's exactly how I've been feeling this past 2 days.

Oh, and before I proceed, to those who still haven't got a faintest idea what I've been up to for the past 18 days: I've been away on a short trip to Paris/Berlin/Vienna, and had just return home last Sunday. Hence the zombie-like feeling.

Jet lag. *Ughh* how I really hate those two words.

I'd always tell myself, it's only a mind over matter thingy. I'll just will myself to tell my body that everything is fine and under control.. and I could just continue my life accordingly, after THAT 20-hour return trip from Vienna (including a short 3-hour transit in KLIA) into Perth.

Hoo boy.. was I totally wrong!

Despite having the help of a sleeping pill to ensure I sleep deeply on Sunday night.. the results was still less than satisfying on yesterday Monday morning.

Heading back to college (yup, term breaks' over unfortunately), everything seemed to be moving in such a slow-motion, as if somebody is toying with the remote control buttons.

Furthermore, the non-stop thump-thumping sound in my head doesn't make anything easier for me either.. o_O))

If what's been said about recovering from jet lag is true, I'm going to be like this for a total of 6 days, for all the 6 time zones that I crossed.

That's another 4 more days to go..! *shucks*

Couldn't concentrate in classes.
Couldn't concentrate on finishing the CAD drawings on the PC.
Couldn't be bothered surfing the net.
Couldn't walk straight without the risk of bumping into something or someone.
Couldn't even keep the brain stay awake, for God sake!

At least, at home, all our dirty laundry from the trip had been washed and put away (with the help of my darling Neil, -- of course! -- where I unpacked the bags and sorted out the dirty clothes, he put them in the washing machine, hanged them out to dry and picked them up from the clothes lines, and then, I folded them up and stored the freshly clean clothes accordingly.. Just like what any other hubbies would have done! Hehe..)

AND.. I've also sent out the holidays photos for processing (all 7 rolls of them! Heh.) and kind of looking forward to get it back.

In the mean time, please excuse me. I think I'll go have a nap, and use the PC keyboard as my pillow..

..nicul8r..7104rhd73@#$@%&*&FFYFggh06&)(*%..
-_- *Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...*