Unfriendly? not necessarily so ....

Today's Smile-Inducer : Sleeping in! It's a luxury these days to get to sleep in. And thus this morning when the alarm rang at 9.30am, I smiled a contented cat's smile and snuggled deeper instead.....=)

I love the English language. There's just so many words to describe one feeling, one fear, one hope, one dream. There's just so much to play with! And playing with words has been a kind of passion and hobby for me. So imagine my joy when the New Oxford American Dictionary released it's dictionary word of the year. And get this... the word is *drumroll* U-N-F-R-I-E-N-D !

Oxford defines "unfriend," a verb, thusly: "To remove someone as a 'friend' on a social networking site such as Facebook.

How delightful !

And so to test out this word... I hereby unfriend you..assignments ! Alright, so I know I'm not exactly keeping to the meaning of the word but indulge a stressed up kid ...besides, doesn't that have such a nice ring to it? =P

Being Gidon Kremer

The lights dimmed, casting an eerie glow of blue over one and all. Out of the shadows, a low voice boomed

"Just when you thought it was safe,

to go to the concert hall..*eerie chuckle*

in concert ... no one can hear you scream,

but whatever happens, don't fall asleep ...

or you will not survive...

From the producers of The Blairwitch Concert and

I Know What You Heard Last Summer ... "

and with that, 2 hours plus of bewitching entertainment ensued.

A lighthearted toy symphony kicked off the night, with a rubber duck and a warbly stuffed chicken taking up the lead. *what?? You think toys can’t hold a note ? Oh this chicken little could sure bring down the roof I tell ya*

The night then blurred past *way too fast for me* in a colourful swirl of music and laughter punctuated with rapturous applause. Performances to note were the variations on a Nokia theme, Riverdancing Violinists, and the Mafia-esque interrogation of Gidon Kremer. I especially loved the part where Gidon Kremer was tested to resist temptation. There was this particular part where the air just rang with tangible passion. Acts like “The Recording Sketch” on the other hand, were brilliant ways of conveying pressing messages.

The brunette violinists taps the blonde and gestures to her watch. She smiles back and they both get up, walking, playing and just at the exit of the stage, wave back at the audience and smile. At the other end of the stage, the crew starts packing up … oh, there goes the Amazonian cellist , the percussionist packs up, and other members of the orchestra leave, arm in arm and in good cheer.

Igudesman and Joo never failed to impress and tickle with their endless medley of brilliant humour. Gidon Kremer lent a professionally serious air to the show. At the heart of all the light-hearted banter, the undercurrents were strong. Everything progressed around the theme of the lack of appreciation towards classical music especially amongst the younger, more modern set. It was interesting to see the meld and blend of the conservative and the contemporary.

Today's Smile-Inducer : All in all, it was one of the best virgin experiences of watching a live performance ensconced in the grandeur of the Dewan Filharmonik Petronas.

Excited

Quick one : True love does exist ! This made me tear up..

On another note ... I'm finally going to watch Igudesman and Joo PLAY !!!!! It's tonight. I so can't wait. Promise to have some pictures up if my line allows

Till then ... see ya !

Incredulousness !!

Click here for what caught my attention today in The Star.

Clicking on the e-paper often brightens or clouds my day. There was once when I was lazy to read the paper and decided to milk the brother for any interesting on-dits. His reply : "Nothing informative today. Everything's lame and stupid". Being the neurotic person that I am, I thought this a blasphemy of the written word, but it is news like these that make me wonder what the authorities are thinking about these days. And reading what valuable "advice" and information these committee chairmans have to impart often leave me torn between weeping with laughter or chagrin.

I mean, go have premarital trials or something before tying the knot. Just stop wasting ink, paper and time on reports like these. Show the trees some love people !

I'm still alive

Hi all, this is just so you know I'm not quite dead yet....albeit the absence from this blog despite the promises to blog more regularly *eyes downcast in guilt* =p

I woke up this morning and was greeted by this realization. It quite hit me on the head really... I've decided what I want to be when I grow up ! *finally*. My dream job's surely, undeniably, unchangeably *for now* a book reviewer !!!!! Imagine I get to read all I want, review them (indulge me and pretend for now that people are actually interested to know my opinion on whether an author can write or crap nonsensical blabber or do both at the same time) write about them, and get PAID to do ALL of the above ! La di da.

Okie dokes, it's time to zoom back down to earth and write up my final year project dissertation. *gulps*

P.s : I'm not drunk, intoxicated, inebriated, not not sober. I'm just really hyped up on God knows what and really inconsistent with my thoughts right now. But happy nonetheless coz it's the end of the week ..... wheeeee

In the shadow of The Big Guy

Today's smile-inducer : No School for the day !!! Yup, I'm a sloth that way coz it means more time for my books and more time to breathe..... things have been too hectic.

The other night I was lying in bed, suffocating from being squished in the middle of my two current bed partners, Doubt and Worry. And whilst I tossed and turned in search of comfort that seemed unattainable, this song we sang in church just popped in to lull me to sleep. Suffice to say, it was Doubt and Worry's turn to get uncomfortable and choose another bed partner.....

In Christ alone my hope is found,

He is my light, my strength, my song;

this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,

firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love, what depths of peace,

when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!

My Comforter, my All in All,

here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! who took on flesh

Fulness of God in helpless babe!

This gift of love and righteousness

Scorned by the ones he came to save:

Till on that cross as Jesus died,

The wrath of God was satisfied -

For every sin on Him was laid;

Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay

Light of the world by darkness slain:

Then bursting forth in glorious Day

Up from the grave he rose again!

And as He stands in victory

Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,

For I am His and He is mine -

Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,

This is the power of Christ in me;

From life's first cry to final breath.

Jesus commands my destiny.

No power of hell, no scheme of man,

Can ever pluck me from His hand;

Till He returns or calls me home,

Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.

Silver Bells

"You may have tangible wealth untold; caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be. I had a mother who read to me" - Strickland Gillian

Listening to Silver Bells right now. I remember this time last year, when Christmas dawned nearer and I told you how much I loved this season of the year, and you said it'll be November soon and we'll start bringing out the Christmas carols. I remember your smile, that faraway wistful look in your eyes, oh how I never had a clue. And then December came.

It's a little too early for Christmas Carols now. But the promise of something better, something unforeseen, uncertain hangs clear like the sound of a bell in the stillness of the night.....